forever daydreaming

Ava felt restless. It was far from new, and she always had to keep herself busy so unwanted thoughts wouldn’t bother her. But this task became increasingly hard ever since Eden temporarily moved into the warehouse. 

Ava knew what feelings this event should’ve caused – she should’ve been happy for Nat, glad that it would be easier to keep an eye on Detective, nothing more. Instead, there was a flood of emotions she shouldn’t have felt, didn’t want to feel. She lost count of how many times she would walk into a room just to instantly feel a flare of pain at the sight of Eden and Nat together. There was another feeling behind that hurt, the one that left an acidic taste behind, but Ava preferred not to think about it. She already allowed herself to feel too much for Detective, she couldn’t let any other emotions get into the mix. 

Eden and Nat were together, in every possible way, in ways Ava would’ve loved not to know of, but it was unavoidable. They were great together. Perfect together. She could never imagine competing with that, not that it was ever a part of Ava’s plan. All she wanted was to see both people she cared about happy, and if she had to get hurt by her own unrequited feelings to make it happen, she was happy to withstand any pain. But part of her, some small part, still longed for Eden. 

Ava couldn’t blame Eden. Everything that was stirring inside her heart was not of Detective’s doing. She had given Ava no hope that there could ever be anything more between them than friendship. Then why would Ava’s chest fill with warmth whenever Eden would pick her? In the past weeks, there were many instances when Eden would pick Ava’s side in an argument, when she would choose to walk with her, spend time with her, just the two of them. As much as Ava tried, she couldn’t stop feeling hopeful when those instances would occur. Even if, surely, Eden didn’t mean anything by that. 

At the time when it happened, Eden was healing after an attack, locked in the warehouse for a few weeks, and growing increasingly bored. The rest of the unit was on patrol, and Ava made a point not to stay inside. That was the only way for her to avoid Eden’s company, stop herself from seeking it. She tried to keep herself busy by washing her car, but it seemed that the meeting was unavoidable. If Ava wasn’t pulled to Eden, Eden was pulled to her. As pleasant as this thought was, it was also dangerous, but in moments like these, Ava couldn’t force herself to care about it. 

“The weather is nice today,” Eden’s voice was as soft and melodic as usual, when she caught Ava off guard. She stood at the door of the warehouse, looking as beautiful as ever. The outfit was new – usually, Eden would attempt to cover as much of her skin as possible, but on that day she decided to wear a short-sleeved cream colored blouse and short brown skirt, leaving most of the scars on her right side open to the view. Ava tried her best not to let her eyes linger on thick white lines crossing Eden’s skin. Nat surely saw all of them, unwanted thought crossed her mind. 

“It is,” Ava agreed, noticing a camera hanging on a strap pulled over Eden’s shoulder. “You do remember that you can’t leave the warehouse?” 

Eden frowned. “I’m going to go mad if I stay inside for any longer. I’m all alone there most of the time. Is it that bad that I want to get away from here, from all of this, even if just for a short time?”

Ava knew what her answer should’ve been. She had to remind Detective that this was done for her safety, that she had already gone through too much and had to stay away from danger. That was the thing Ava needed to do. But it was just the two of them, she could be alone with Eden, and even a chance at that made her act irrationally. 

“Would you care for a ride?” Ava offered, not sure why it felt so good to see Eden’s grin at her offer. 

“I would love it,” Eden nodded, before Ava could change her mind and take back the reckless offer. They weren’t doing anything wrong. Ava tried to squish the guilt she was already starting to feel. She was just trying to keep Eden safe, exactly the way she was supposed to. 

Before Eden sat in the car, she looked at it with a critical eye. 

“I’m just trying to figure out how high safety standards were back when it was made,” she answered Ava’s silent question when she noticed her looking. It was understandable, after everything Eden went through. During one of their late-night talks, one which should’ve never happened, Eden told Ava a story of what actually unraveled the night of the accident, told everything about the guilt she still carried. When Eden cried in her arms, Ava wanted to give her comfort, but she also couldn’t help but feel smug. It was a horrible word for a horrible feeling, but it was the one Ava felt in that moment as she realized that she was the one Eden confined in, not Nat. She often wondered if Eden told her girlfriend the truth since that moment or if Ava was still the only one who knew about the accident and about the guilt Eden carried with her everywhere she went. 

“I’ll keep you safe, I promise,” Ava hoped that Eden understood her words exactly the way she intended them. No matter when, no matter what the situation, Ava would always be there for her. Even if Eden would never be with her. 

Eden let out a sigh at that, but sat in the car. Her body was still tense, and it only got worse once they hit the road. At some point, Eden’s anxiety, which she couldn’t hide, became so apparent that she put her hand on Ava’s forearm and squeezed tightly. This touch almost made Ava lose concentration, but she didn’t want to cause Eden even more stress. 

“I’m sorry,” Eden said, her body slightly shaking. “I get nervous when I’m not the one driving.”

It was more than understandable after the experience she had, the one that left so many scars on her body and even more on her heart. Eden was about to pull her hand away, but it was the last thing Ava wanted. Feeling Eden’s touch, her warmth, was all that she wished for, even if she shouldn’t have.

“You don’t have to pull away if it brings you comfort,” Ava said, trying not to sound overly excited. “I don’t mind.”

She hoped she didn’t sound overly eager, and Eden’s soft smile was calming enough not to allow Ava to overthink it. Eden kept her hand on Ava’s arm for the rest of their drive, and she was trying to remember every moment of it, commit this purely friendly gesture to memory. 

Eden was the one to pick a place for their stop. It was calm, peaceful, secluded. The lake was shining in the light right below the cliff they stopped at, and Eden looked calm for the first time in a while. She leaned against the tree and bent her knees. Her eyes closed for a moment, and all Ava could do was stare at her, unable to look away from the way sunlight kissed Eden’s skin. 

“You should sit with me,” Eden said with a laugh, before she opened her eyes, but when she did, Ava felt like she was caught in the middle of committing a crime. Eden patted a patch of the grass on her right side, and Ava took the offer. 

Eden always turned her right side to Ava, so whenever she would look at her, she’d see the scars crossing Eden’s face, the bite mark on her neck. They didn’t make her any less beautiful in Ava’s eyes, but she often wondered if that was Eden’s intention when choosing what side to show Ava – to make sure she could see all the unpleasant parts, parts Eden clearly found unattractive or even ugly. At times, when Ava’s thoughts would slip away from under her control, her mind would get filled with a fantasy about kissing those scars, running her lips against the rough skin, proving to Eden over and over that she always wanted to see, to have all of her. But those were dangerous thoughts, and Ava would never indulge in them. 

“You look more at ease,” Ava said, trying to fill the silence between them. They sat too close to each other, but she wasn’t about to move and ruin the moment. “I’m glad to see it.”

Eden was playing with the camera in her hands, but in that moment, she stopped, giving Ava a quick glance. 

“I can say the same about you. I guess we both act differently when we’re away from the others,” Eden’s tone was light, but there was quiet heaviness behind her words. Was it her intention to remind Ava that Nat was waiting for Eden at home? Or was it something else? 

“It’s not the absence of others that makes me feel this way. It’s your presence that does.” Ava knew that she should’ve kept her lips sealed, that saying those words was dangerous, but it was as if Eden had some strange power over her. Ava wanted to admit everything to her, bare her soul in front of Detective because she knew Eden would never treat her with anything but gentleness and care. If only…

As her thoughts kept going, Ava barely noticed how she gave all of her attention to the thick scar on Eden’s thigh, how she moved her hand to touch it with the back of her palm. It was barely a touch, a brush of skin against skin, but as it was happening, Ava heard the sound of a camera, which almost startled her. 

“Sorry,” Eden cleared her throat, pink appearing on her pale cheeks. “I was taking a photo of the lake. It looks beautiful.”

At least she wasn’t caught in the middle of an unwanted touch, Ava calmed herself.

When Eden turned to Ava again, with too little space between their faces for Ava’s comfort, she could see heaviness in the way Detective looked at her. 

“Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve been a different person, if I made different choices, if it wasn’t for…” Eden absently touched the scar on her face, as if it was a sign of her moral failure and not a memory of a tragedy that happened to her. 

“It wasn’t your fault, Eden. The choices you make shouldn’t be motivated by guilt you shouldn’t feel,” Ava was surprised to hear how passionate her tone sounded. Eden let out a soft chuckle. 

“I remember being the one saying those words to you. And yet, something tells me you didn’t listen,” Eden smiled, reminding Ava about a conversation they had days and days ago, when Ava opened up to Eden about what happened to her family. “Sometimes I feel that if I won’t have this guilt pushing me forward, I’ll have nothing, I’ll simply fall apart. And I won’t be able to handle that.”

Ava wanted to put her hands on Eden’s face, she wanted to tell her that she would be there for her, that she would be at her side no matter what. She couldn’t. Nat should’ve been the one telling Eden that, she was the one Eden chose. All Ava could do was let it happen, let them be happy. They both deserved it. 

“You can’t keep making choices out of fear,” Ava knew that it was hypocritical of her to say those words when every day, every time she was with Eden, she was making choices that hurt her, but kept her new family together. 

“I have to,” there was desperation in Eden’s tone as she said it. Ava didn’t notice when they leaned even closer, but she felt Eden so close that it was almost impossible to fight the temptation to cross the line. “The last time I forgot about fear and chose with my heart, Sanja died.”

For a moment, the meaning of Eden’s words didn’t register in Ava’s mind, but then it did, and it hit her like a blow. Eden chose with her heart when she chose to save Ava. She didn’t know what to do with this revelation, with this confession, because it left Ava completely off balance. She didn’t have to think about her answer for too long because Eden continued. 

“I wish I could forget about fear, I wish I could be a different person, who makes different choices, but I can’t. I can’t hurt even more people by picking selfishly,” as Eden spoke those words, her eyes kept moving over Ava’s face, constantly dropping to her lips. How was she supposed to keep a cool head when Eden so clearly wanted the same thing Ava did? When she craved to feel a single moment of closeness with Eden so badly her whole body ached with need? “You understand it, don’t you? You know what will happen if we act selfishly.” 

Ava knew. Of course, she did. The last thing she wanted was to see everything fall apart for the unit, for Nat. But it was impossible for her to focus on the consequences of her actions when Eden was so close, when all she wanted was to be even closer. 

“I know,” she exhaled. “I only wish it would stop me from wanting it.”

When their eyes met again, there was a silent acknowledgment of what was happening, of what was about to happen. Neither one of them stopped it, even if both knew they should have. 

When later Ava returned to that moment in her thoughts, she wished for many things to go differently, but when it happened, when they kissed, there were no thoughts, only pure need. 

Even when their lips met, Ava tried her best to hold back, to not overwhelm Eden, but how could she stop herself from asking for more and more, when it was all she thought of for weeks? And Eden’s lips felt exactly the way she imagined they would, parting so eagerly to allow Ava’s tongue to slip into her mouth. Their hands were grasping at something, anything, in an attempt to get a feel of each other’s bodies. At some point, Eden moved to straddle Ava’s hips while their lips were still locked, and Ava almost lost it at the sensation of Eden’s weight on top of her. 

If only they had more time, if they didn’t have to return back home… far away from it all, the two of them could pretend that the guilt, the coming pain didn’t exist, that they could keep kissing, touching, caressing forever. If it were a choice, Ava would’ve taken it. The way Eden sounded, the way she felt and tasted was beyond what any of her fantasies could offer, and she knew that the moment their kiss would end, she would miss it for the rest of her life. 

They only separated for short moments, so Eden could catch a breath, before their lips would meet again, and Ava thought it would never end, she hoped it wouldn’t until Eden pulled away for one final time, and the heat between them suddenly stopped existing. 

Eden looked as beautiful as ever – unfocused, her black hair slightly disheveled, with her lips bright pink after their kiss. Ava couldn’t stop herself, she put a hand on Eden’s chin and brushed her thumb against the swollen lower lip. Before the moment could end, Ava leaned closer to Eden to leave a trail of kisses over the scar on her cheek. The way she always wanted to do it, the way she needed to do it. Her lips moved down to Eden’s neck, kissing the bite mark, trying to erase a bad memory. Ava only stopped and pulled away when she heard Eden’s unsteady voice. 

“This should make it easier, right?” Eden asked, not sounding nearly as sure as she should’ve. She knew it was a lie. Ava felt it was, because she wanted the moment to continue, not become the only one they had together. “We know what it feels like now, so we should stop wanting it.”

Even if their kiss was confirmation enough, Ava still enjoyed hearing that Eden wanted it just as badly as she did. 

“We should,” Ava agreed, clearing her throat. 

When Eden awkwardly stood up, Ava instantly grieved the loss of her warmth. She still felt drunk on their kiss, and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself when she couldn’t touch Eden anymore, when they couldn’t kiss again. 

The walk back to the car was tense, the ride was too. The closer they were to the warehouse, the more guilt was taking over every other emotion. Nat was back home, waiting for Eden, not knowing what they had done, having no clue about the betrayal. Ava should’ve never let it happen, no matter how she felt in that moment. 

When Eden got out of the car, she looked lost, conflicted, in pain. Those weren’t the emotions Ava ever wanted her to experience. 

“It was my fault,” she said, hoping that taking the blame would make Eden feel better. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

The kiss was her fault, Eden didn’t need more guilt weighing her down. 

“Thank you for saying that, but it’s not true,” Eden smiled at her with a hint of sadness to the expression. “I wanted it as much as you did. Maybe, more.”

They looked at each other. A mistake, as their behavior at the cliff proven them, because tense silence settled between them one more. There were so many possibilities, so many paths, but they both had to pick the right one. And live on as if the moment between them never happened. 

“I have to go,” Eden looked away. “Nat is probably waiting for me.”

The mention of her friend’s name didn’t sober up Ava in a way she hoped it would. 

“You should,” Ava agreed, too afraid to say anything else. 

She kept looking at Eden’s back, trying not to remember every second of what they shared, but it was impossible not to. And if that single kiss was all they could have, all there could ever be for the sake of everyone’s happiness, she was willing to take it and be content with it. 

"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard," she says, clicking her pen against the desk, barely able to hide her grin, as Ava bristles at her words.

"It is the only way," Ava says, crossing her massive arms that Vesper can't stop ogling at.

"It's really not," Vesper replie. She is slowly growing genuinely irritated by their argument that has continued for fifteen minutes now. "We should –"

"No," Ava says, square jaw clenched. "It will put you in most danger and Unit Bravo's mission is to protect you."

"I'm not an infant to be coddled," Vesper snaps and Ava pinches the bridge of her nose.

"You certainly act like it."

Vesper chooses to ignore the words. "If I was the bait, we could –"

"I will not allow it," Ava says, banging the table with her fists. Something inside the wood creaks. "Your safety is paramount. Your safety is the only thing that matters. I am your commanding agent and I am ordering you to –"

Vesper gapes at the words. "Wow. You really want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

Ava stares at her. In fact everyone in the room stares at her. No one says anything.

Then Farah bursts into a delighted cackle. "Nice one!"

She tries to high-five Mason who looks bored out his mind and ignores her entirely. She shrugs and offers her hand to Nate next, who looks at Ava apologetically before he slaps his own very gently against Farah's upturned palm.

Ava takes a long calming breath before she turns on her heels and marches out of the room without even opening her mouth.

"She didn't even break anything," Vesper says, thorougly disappointed.

Nate chuckles unexpectedly before he coughs and sobers. "You shouldn't antagonize her, Vesper," he says.

"But it's so incredibly fun," she answers, smirking at him.

"Yeah!" Farah giggles, delighted. "So worth it every time."

Mason just grunts behind a thick cloud of smoke.

Nate sighs, but there is a small smile on his face.

"For the record," Farah whispers so loudly one can probably hear it to the other rooms, "what you said was totally true. She does want to fuck you so bad it makes her look like stupid."

The timing was never right for the two of them to spend time together. Their short meetings, their dates, even their intimate moments had to be squeezed into a tight schedule between other responsibilities, and Nat deeply despised it, even if she couldn’t do anything to change it. When the stars finally aligned perfectly for Nat and Eden, and both had a day off, she felt happier than ever, because it meant they could enjoy time together without interruptions, without constantly checking the time. 

Nat had a plan in mind, of course. She wanted this day to be the best one Eden ever had. And it was going to be a wonderful, day-long date, if it wasn’t for the fact that the moment Nat stepped foot into Eden’s apartment, they started kissing, as if trying to make up for all the lost time, and soon nothing else mattered. Clothes scattered across the floor marked their way to the bedroom, where they both forgot all about their plans. The hunger they had for each other, one that grew between them during the days when they didn’t have a chance to meet, was far from being satisfied, even after Nat spend good half of the morning between Eden’s legs, where her girlfriend was so wet, hot, and welcoming. 

They held each other in a tight embrace, with Nat covering Eden’s body, their lips locked in a sloppy kiss. Nat’s fingers, still wet after they’ve been inside Eden, were now digging into her pale hip as Nat was pressing her down. She could never have enough of it – of Eden’s taste, of her feel, of her rapid heartbeat in the moments when she was about to fall apart. Nat was more than willing to give it all to Eden and even more. As much as she might want, as much as she would take. 

Eden said something into a kiss, but with their tongues touching, it wasn’t exactly legible. Eden lightly pressed on Nat’s shoulder, asking her to pull away, and she did so, even if it was the last thing she wanted. 

“Nat,” Eden let out breathily, her words followed by a bright smile. Nat couldn’t help but feel happiness swell in her chest as she looked at Eden in that moment. “One of us needs to breathe, remember?” 

“I’m sorry,” Nat wasn’t sorry one bit, especially not when her mouth found a new purpose against Eden’s neck. “I feel like I’ll never have enough of you, so it’s hard for me to stop, even for a moment.” 

Eden let out a soft humming sound, her body moving under Nat’s in an attempt to stay close. When Nat felt a hand in her hair, she felt pure bliss. Nothing could’ve been better than this moment, better than being with Eden like this, without any wayward thoughts to ruin the moment. 

“Nat,” Eden called again, getting her attention. When Nat looked at her face, she saw hesitance, shyness. 

“What is it? Do you want to take a break? Do you want me to stop?” all she wanted was for Eden to be comfortable and happy with her, no matter how she wanted it. 

“Well, yes, but…” Eden stopped for a moment. Nat didn’t enjoy how nervous she looked, how she was avoiding her eyes. But before real worry could settle, Eden continued. “I don’t want to stop, but I would like us to switch. So I could take care of you, too.”

It took Nat a moment to process her words. Eden was forthcoming about her past experience and lack of experience with women. It was never a problem for Nat, she was more than happy to give if that was what Eden needed from her, without asking anything in return. With how brief their past intimate moments were, they didn’t exactly have time for discussions, they just happened, and Nat was happy as long as she left Eden satisfied. It never crossed her mind that Eden would want to change something in their arrangement. 

“You don’t have to do this if that’s not what you want,” Nat said in a gentle tone, lightly touching a scar on Eden’s cheek. “What we do is not a transaction.” 

Eden’s expression hardened, and she slowly exhaled before she put both of her hands on Nat’s face, not allowing her to look away.

“Natalie, what I want is for you to stop being so considerate and let me eat you out,” Eden’s tone was serious, determined, even. Nat always wanted to be touched by her, but in this moment, she wanted it more than anything else. 

“With how passionate your request sounded, I don’t think I can deny it,” Nat gently kissed Eden, while part of her felt slightly tense. She knew that she wouldn’t be disappointed by the experience, but she also wanted Eden to enjoy it. 

“You’ll have to give me pointers,” Eden said, her tone far less confident than it was a moment ago. Two of them untangle from each other to switch positions. Nat couldn’t hide how much she enjoyed Eden’s readiness to please her. 

“I have a feeling you’re a natural,” Nat ran a hand over Eden’s back.

They kissed again, heat returning with force, until the sheet of Eden’s black hair slipped off her shoulder, falling onto Nat’s face and getting in the way. 

“Sorry,” Eden pulled away, before she lifted herself on her arms and leaned to the bedside table to get an elastic. Nat thoroughly enjoyed the view of her girlfriend’s breasts right above her face, before she moved again. “Give me a moment.”

“Let me,” Nat asked, sitting on the bed and opening her palm. Eden gave her an elastic without hesitation and moved around, turning her back to Nat, sitting between her open legs. 

This moment felt so calm and domestic, even if both of them were naked and about to have sex. Nat couldn’t stop smiling as she ran her hands through Eden’s long, silky hair, separating the strands so she could put them into a braid. 

“I love your hair,” she said, leaving a light kiss on Eden’s shoulder. “It’s so soft.”

Eden let out a light laugh. “We’re both fully naked, and the part of me you want to compliment is my hair?” 

“What’s wrong with that?” Nat asked, almost done with the task. “What part of me would you name if I asked which one is your favorite?”

“Your fingers,” Eden answered without a moment of hesitation. Nat couldn’t see her face, but she was more than sure there was blush on Eden’s cheeks.

“And what do you like about them?” Nat couldn’t help but tease. Eden’s hands landed on her legs, caressing lightly, almost calmingly, despite the situation. 

“You know what I like,” she said with a laugh. “I like how they feel inside me.”

Nat couldn’t help but feel happy when she heard it. She wanted to do it again, wanted to make Eden moan her name. Nat’s hands went to reach for Eden’s breasts, teasing the soft flesh, until she felt a light slap against her wrist. 

“No, not now. It’s your turn,” Eden reminded her, turning around to face Nat. “I want to know what it looks like when you can’t control yourself.”

Nat wasn’t about to tell Eden that this part was never going to happen, this conversation was too heavy for the moment they were sharing. Instead, she got onto her back and watched as Eden leaned over her chest with a dreamy expression on her face. 

“You know, I kept wondering if your hyper-senses translate into how my touch feels,” Eden said, almost absently cupping Nat’s breast and rubbing her nipple with a thumb. “Do they?”

Nat felt the heat in her lower stomach, and she wasn’t sure if what caused it was Eden’s touch or the way she looked at Nat, spoke to her. 

“Yes,” Nat answered, watching a grin appear on Eden’s face. 

“I expect to hear this word many more times today,” she laughed, lightly kissing Nat, before busying her mouth with Nat’s breasts. 

If Eden didn’t know what to do, it surely didn’t feel like it. She was attentive, constantly looking up to check on Nat’s expression, and it was that questioning look of Eden’s blue eyes that was making Nat lose it. Being wanted this badly was a pleasure that nothing could replace. 

Eden kept teasing her breasts, her tongue rubbing against Nat’s nipples, her lips sucking in and making her feel even more tension. 

“Does it feel good?” Eden asked with concern, lifting her head. “You can tell me, I’m open to criticism.” 

“Do my moans mean nothing to you?” Nat asked softly. “Though I would appreciate it if you continued with your original plan. After having you and what you just did…”

“You’re desperate for me to fuck you,” Nat blinked, not sure if she heard it right, because Eden never swore in front of her before. Her look seemed to dampen Eden’s mood. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m a little nervous, and I can’t think straight.”

“No, don’t apologize. I love to see you so eager,” Nat reassured Eden. She pulled at the end of her braid, making Eden lean closer to her face. “You can have me any way you want me.”

Their kiss grew needier, just like the two of them, and all Nat wanted was to feel anything, everything Eden would be willing to give her. 

As soon as Eden pulled away, she moved down between Nat’s legs. She expected there to be hesitation, for Eden to start slowly, but Nat underestimated how long her girlfriend waited for that moment. 

“Eden!” she let out, as soon as she felt firm, long strokes of Eden’s tongue against the wetness that collected between her legs after the long foreplay. 

“Do you want me to do something different?” she asked with concern, lifting her head, and the view of her between Nat’s legs made her ache even more. 

“Slow down a bit,” Nat gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m afraid I won’t last long if you continue like this.” 

Eden looked almost giddy after hearing those words, and Nat would’ve commented on that, but she felt Eden’s warm tongue against her core once more. 

Eden took her request to heart, continuing to tease Nat slowly with the tip of her tongue, but that didn’t make much of a change. She was too wound up, the situation made her too excited to feel anything but strong, hot pleasure building up faster than she ever felt before. 

“Do you enjoy this?” Nat asked, feeling closer and closer to the edge. Even in this moment, she couldn’t help but make sure Eden felt good. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking this?” Eden stayed in place to answer, and Nat felt her hot breath hit right against the wetness. “You taste very good, and you feel even better against my mouth. Does it answer your question?”

Nat could only nod, not sure if Eden saw, because she was back to teasing Nat even more intensely. Nat couldn’t stop loud moans dropping from her lips, especially when she felt a jolt of pleasure make her body tighten so much her thighs almost closed around Eden’s head. Eden didn’t seem to be bothered by it, she didn’t even pause as Nat felt the intensity of pleasure rushing through her. 

There was no break, not even for a moment. Eden pressed her mouth against Nat’s sensitive nub, sucking on it, while her fingers pushed into Nat. She whimpered, not sure how Eden was able to hold back until that moment. 

“Does this feel right?” Eden asked in a gentle tone, while her fingers slowly moved inside Nat’s walls. She could only look at Eden through half-lidded eyes, noticing the wetness around her mouth. “Should I do this?”

Nat moaned loudly enough to know that there was no way sound was contained by the walls of Eden’s apartment. 

“Yes, that’s better,” she finally let out, earning a smile from Eden. 

It felt heavenly, and not only because Eden’s mouth and fingers were moving in a perfect rhythm that made Nat’s whole body burn. Being this wanted by someone she loved so much, someone she wanted to have at her side until the end of time, was making her feel weak in a whole new way. 

She heard the wet sounds of Eden’s mouth on her, felt the teasing friction of her fingers, and only wanted more. Anything Eden was willing to give, Nat would take with gratitude, meet with affection. They fit together perfectly in so many ways, and this moment was just another proof of that. 

The wave of pleasure ripping through her body was stronger than her first orgasm, making Nat grip the sheets under her, ignoring the creaking of the tearing fabric. Eden slowed down, allowing Nat to feel every second of it, every hot, wonderful moment, until she felt nothing but complete emptiness in her thoughts and relaxation in her body. 

“Am I right to assume it was good?” Eden moved to lie down at Nat’s side, looking at her with interest. 

“Yes, you’d be right,” Nat nodded, turning to face Eden. “I have a feeling your neighbors won’t be too happy if we continue to spend our days like this.”

Eden laughed brightly, softly kissing Nat. 

“I had a very good time, so I think that’s all that matters,” she said, hugging Nat with one arm.

Nat closed her eyes and pressed her face to the top of Eden’s head, feeling calmer than she had in a long time. They were together, and she was happier than ever as she held Eden in her arms.