When Four Letter Words Abound
I woke up to Xeno spreading my legs and devouring my pussy as if it was a freshly cut wedge of watermelon placed in front of her during a picnic at the park on a hot summer day. My first words of the day were moans of praise for her doing such a good job. She aimed a wink my way as she gripped my ass and wrenched an orgasm out of me in six minutes flat. With a pleased look on her face, she sat back on her haunches and grinned at me, my juices running down her chin as if I had indeed been the proverbial fruit and, well I had no choice but to tackle her ass and return the favor.
After we'd both been sated, we jumped into the shower, keeping our hands to ourselves as we cleaned up. I left her in the bathroom and headed to the sitting area in her bedroom for my bag. Carrying my toothbrush back into the bathroom, I brushed as she got dressed in her walk-in closet.
"What are you doing today?" I asked once I finished my morning hygiene.
"Working on the album, per usual right now. I'm actually gon' head up to the studio after we grab some breakfast."
My back was to her as I walked back to my bag and dug through the clothes that I'd packed until I found my underwear. She couldn't see the thrilled grin that came across my face when she nonchalantly declared that we would be spending more time together this morning. Dropping my towel, I stepped into a pair of bikini panties and matching unlined bra. As I shimmied into a pair of denim cut-offs I quipped, "Breakfast?! Is that my consolation prize for you kicking me out?"
Instead of laughing as I expected, I heard a resigned sigh and turned to see Xeno sitting at the foot of her bed shaking her head. Shit. Immediately dropping my shirt, I quickly strode over to her, maneuvering myself into the space between her knees and wrapping my arms around her neck.
"I'm sorry," I said genuinely. "I meant that as a joke, but it was obviously in poor taste."
Though she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, avoiding looking at me, her arms circled my waist and squeezed me gently. The fact that she embraced me even though she was—rightfully—annoyed with me, melted me from the inside. She truly deserved all of the love and head I had to give.
"Yeah," she began, "that's not really funny when you keep acting like I don't want to be with you. Not for real anyway."
"I don't—" I stopped short when she dropped her gaze from the light fixture above us to give me a hard look, waiting on me to tell a big, bold lie. I thought I'd been doing better, and not just by showing up to her house for sex in the middle of the night. Instead of trying to explain it away, I owned up to it. If she and I crashed and burned before we even got a real chance to be, it wouldn't be because I failed to call a thing a thing. Gently, I pushed her onto her back and crawled over her.
"I know. I know." Kissing a trail from the base of her neck up to her ear, I murmured my apologies. "I promise you that I will do better. I will make a conscious effort to be better."
Gripping my hips, she pushed a little until I sat up and looked at her. Whiskey brown eyes peered up at me. "I don't want you to be anything other than what you are; I just want you to trust that I know what I want."
Heart in my throat, I swallowed thickly. "This is gonna feel redundant, I know it will, and you're probably gonna think it's a stupid question but please just humor me." Her eyes softened and I knew that she knew exactly what I was going to ask her. She nodded and I whispered, "What do you want?"
Chuckling, her eyes went past my head back to the light fixture, which was nice don't get me wrong, but it wasn't holding the secrets of the universe. It wasn't sitting on her thighs, waiting on her to soothe its insecurities and release the trapped breath in its lungs either. When she met my gaze again her eyes were a little glossy, and immediately I began to cry. I couldn't help it.
Planting her elbows in the bed, she scooted back a bit and sat up, cupping my cheeks and touching her forehead to mine.
"I want you, Trisha. I love you and I want you. Do you trust that I mean that?"
Nodding swiftly, I tilted my chin and captured her lips. I licked at the seam of her mouth, diving straight in the moment she parted for me. Fisting my hands in her shirt and then releasing the material and sliding my fingers underneath to rest against the skin at her waist, I inhaled her, trying to swallow her whole.
Xeno was the first to pull back, giving me a wide-eyed, awestruck look as she sucked in the air my kisses had denied her. "Shit, Tee. Fuck. I almost came just then."
Dragging my tongue along my bottom lip, I sopped up the remnant of her flavor. "Then why'd you stop me?"
Her lids lowered and desire entered the chat. "Shit, I don't know."
Grasping my neck, she pulled me back toward her, but just before our lips met again, I said, "I love you, too. Just so you know."
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When It's About Damn Time
There was something about earnest declarations of love that made a girl feel all warm and fuzzy and slightly clingy. I wasn't even ashamed to ask Xeno if I could tag along with her as she headed to the studio, and from the smile she gave me? She didn't mind in the least.
I sat on the small couch in the corner, alternating between reading a book on my phone and watching Xeno do her thing. That intensity that I remembered being enthralled by on the first night we met shone through while she was creating. I was quiet, not wanting to be a distraction, simply wanting to be in Xeno's presence, but then I was completely distracted from reading my book.
Cyndi was telling some raunchy joke and I was hardly listening so I missed the entire punchline, but then I heard Xeno laughing. Everything about her captured my attention whenever I was around her, but the pure joy in her voice snapped my gaze toward her like a magnet. She had thrown her head back, laughing heartily from deep within, eyes closed and hand resting on her chest. She was so fucking beautiful and…mine.
Imagine that.
I didn't think, just pulled out my phone and snapped the picture. I stared at that picture, thinking about how amazing Xeno was. How lucky I was to have her in my life. How we might have never met and made it to this place if I hadn't taken the words of a strange woman spoken to me in the back of a candy store seriously.
If I hadn't taken that leap.
If I hadn't pushed through my fear.
If I hadn't claimed what was mine.
Mine.
With my thumbs flying across the screen of my phone, I uploaded the picture I'd just taken to my social media, with only four letters as the caption and tagging Xeno on the photo.
Mine.
Then I looked at her and waited. Her phone was sitting on the tabletop of the soundboard and I saw the moment that she received the notification. She picked up her phone and seconds later swiveled in her chair to see me, startling a bit when she saw that I was already looking her way.
"What is this?" She held the phone in the air, and although the screen was darkened, I knew she meant the post.
"Just a simple act of claiming what's mine."
Her brows rose and she pushed back in the seat until her legs were clear of the table, and then she crossed the room and stood in front of me. Her hair was down, all pushed over to one side of her head. She wore a tank with the studio name printed on front, a pair of shorts, and converse on her feet. And she stood there gazing at me, looking like everything I had hoped for, even before I truly knew what I wanted—let alone needed—and the breath I hadn't realized I was holding expelled from my lungs.
It was good, this thing I had with her. It was good and it was everything and it was mine.
And she reached for me then, holding both hands out, palms up, eyes crinkled at the corners as she waited for me. I didn't make her wait long, grabbing her hands with my own and letting myself be pulled up off of the couch. Within seconds I was wrapped up in her arms, enveloped in her scent, cloaked in her warmth, and enshrouded in her joy.
She pressed a kiss to my neck and another to my lips and murmured, "Finally."