#g!p daniela

“so… how was the week?” his voice was cautious. sessions ago, he had learned that a simple question could trigger an argument between you and daniela. but not this time… this time, the week had been pleasant.

after the call, things had gone… well.

you exchanged casual, natural texts. daniela asked for pictures of elena, what cereal she should buy, what time she could pick her up over the weekend. you answered with the same basic, shallow politeness — elena was fine, she preferred chocolate cereal, and she could pick her up right before dinner.

nothing else was said about that call. daniela didn’t bring it up, neither did you, but both of you knew something had changed. something small, so tiny it didn’t even have a name, but it existed, and it soothed the animosity between you. maybe it was a hint of the forgiveness you had given her, maybe the fact she had acknowledged a mistake that, during the marriage, she would have never admitted to. but it existed… and it felt good.

it lasted until this morning.

“it was good, normal,” daniela answered, though her voice didn’t sound convinced, not even a little. maybe it would have a few hours ago. “elena’s doing so well with the sleepovers now, she already sleeps through the whole night at my place, she already sees it as her home too.” there was a hint of pride in her words, and a small part of you couldn’t stop the bittersweet feeling growing in your chest.

elena was adapting, she was understanding and processing her mothers’ divorce. that was good.

elena had two homes now, something you never, ever wanted.

dr. bennett gave an almost genuine smile. if you weren’t paying two hundred dollars an hour, you might’ve even believed he was a happy friend hearing about an achievement.

“that’s very good. it’s important to give her time to process things,” he said, then looked at you there, tense, always tense in that room. under that man’s gaze, you shrank into the couch with your arms crossed, almost wanting to disappear. not because you felt self-conscious — you looked good enough in the jeans you picked, you had made sure of that this morning. the tension came from another reason, one that wouldn’t leave your lips so easily. “and you, y/n? want to talk about how your week was? you two seem less… aggressive.”

“we were,” daniela answered before you, and for the first time in weeks, you didn’t want to snap back at her. “we had a conversation last week, after the appointment, everything was okay… but you’re different now. what happened?”

suddenly, you wanted to yell at her. the moment those words left daniela’s mouth, your discomfort became something real. more than that, it became almost palpable. you could feel their eyes on you like a physical presence, and had to swallow hard before answering more calmly than you thought possible.

“nothing, everything’s fine… i’m normal.” you answered, as honestly as your lie allowed.

daniela didn’t reply, she looked at the doctor the same way a child looks at their parents after their sibling does something wrong, as if waiting for him to scold you.

“well… i’m sure you don’t mind telling me how the week was, then,” he said calmly, adjusting his glasses over his large nose.

you sighed internally in relief. you could talk about that, the week had been so good. you could ignore the feeling that seemed like an extra weight on your body, shove it to the back of your mind and answer him. you were paying two hundred dollars an hour, after all.

“sure… it was good, like daniela said, things have been working. no more fights since the last session.”

“then why are you acting weird now?” daniela asked. this time, her voice had lost half the patience it carried before, her eyes narrowed just slightly, her head tilted to the side, and dr. bennett’s disapproving look shifted toward her. even then, she didn’t stop. she took a deep breath and, like someone searching for the right words, continued. “look, i don’t wanna be an asshole, okay? i’m not trying to be one… it’s just that things were really good this week, it was nice not fighting with you all the time, so i don’t want it to go back to how it was before.”

“it’s not gonna go back to how it was before,” you said quickly, faster than you intended. you didn’t want it to, not at all.

“i know you, you bottle things up until you get mad at me without me even knowing why.” there was no pride in daniela’s tone, no anger, just… honesty. “so just tell me what happened… it’s better if you say it, right doc?” her honey eyes turned back to the man sitting across from you, searching for approval that came quickly.

“definitely. it’s important that you share what’s bothering you, y/n,” he said.

“it was the meeting with elena’s teacher today, wasn’t it?” daniela asked directly, and you sighed.

it was. it was the meeting with the teacher.

the school was empty, it was a free day for the kids, an entire day just for teachers to talk to parents, keep them informed about their children’s progress or any issues they might be facing. everything smelled like disinfectant or crayons, but elena’s classroom was pleasant to look at, so colorful and cheerful. children’s drawings decorated the walls, the alphabet in large letters covered the green chalkboard, and the chairs were way too small… even so, there you both were, in a debatably comfortable silence, waiting for the teacher. ms. forteza, or something like that.

daniela was wearing jeans tighter than usual, her thighs looked so defined it was hard not to stare.

why did she have to show up looking like that to your daughter’s parent-teacher meeting?

the teacher was young, looked freshly out of college, floral dress, pretty, you noticed. you wondered if daniela noticed too, but when she straightened slightly in the tiny chair, you knew she had, and noticed a lot.

“elena’s moms?” the woman’s voice was sweet, her brown hair and almond-shaped eyes bright as she sat in front of you both, though she seemed to fit into that setting better, more used to the tiny chairs and vibrant colors.

“yes, i’m daniela, this is y/n.” dani smiled, her annoyingly deep dimples making you force a polite smile too.

“it’s a pleasure, you can call me sophia,” she said, but she only looked at daniela. only looked at daniela. “elena is very special, very loved by the other students.”

and then she started. she talked a little about what they were studying now, about your daughter’s performance with the new subjects, about how smart and polite she was, how she talked a little too much with her classmates sometimes. she was a good kid, a pride, the biggest pride of your life, maybe one of the only ones. you absorbed every word like a good mother, taking mental notes and paying attention to what the teacher was saying… but you also couldn’t stop noticing the way she seemed to look at your ex-wife with eyes a little too bright, licking her lips every now and then, almost reaching for daniela’s hand over the table during one of her laughs. it was hard to tolerate.

not that you were jealous.

you hadn’t been jealous of daniela in a very, very long time. a little before the marriage ended, actually. daniela was too attractive and too funny, constantly being jealous of her was an energy you had simply chosen to stop wasting, which wouldn’t be a lie to say helped wear down an already exhausted relationship.

but it bothered you. it bothered you a lot, an unpleasant, sharp feeling that killed your good mood and replaced it with bitterness that lasted the entire day. the entire fucking day. and even now, all you could feel was anger, anger at daniela for entertaining the teacher, who, by the way, was flirting with the single mother of one of her students? everything about it was wrong and you couldn’t say anything, of course you couldn’t — daniela would interpret it as jealousy.

under dr. bennett’s serious gaze and daniela’s hopeful one, you were forced to speak.

the smile on daniela’s face was one you hadn’t seen in a while.

“were you jealous of me?”

“no!” the word left your mouth so quickly that daniela’s smile widened a little.

“how did it make you feel, then?” the doctor asked, eyebrows furrowed as if he truly cared, as if two hundred dollars a week were just bureaucracy and he was a friend you could trust.

“it bothered me, that’s all, it just bothered me.”

“so you were jealous?” daniela teased, the little smirk at the corner of her lips almost made you attack her right there without thinking twice.

“shut up.”

before daniela could interrupt with what would definitely be one of her smart comments specifically crafted to annoy you, dr. bennett interrupted first. there was the beginning of a smile on his face, but his eyes were, as almost always, deeply understanding, like a kindergarten teacher making you comfortable enough to ask the silliest question, and that was how you felt, like a child, unwilling to name your own emotions.

“that’s a common feeling, it’s not unusual that this made you uncomfortable,” he said, and you let out a breath through your nose — of course it was natural, daniela was the only girlfriend you had ever had, the only person who had ever been yours, and for such a long time… not feeling bothered watching her flirt back with another woman would actually be too cold of you.

“and daniela…” his eyes turned to her, he adjusted his glasses over his large nose and tilted his head slightly. “if it were the other way around, would you feel the same?”

the smug, extremely irritating smile on her painted lips seemed to disappear for half a second, just that, as if she pictured the scene in her head… and then it came back, as full of certainty as she usually was.

“well, i don’t know… it wasn’t the other way around, doc.” she shrugged.

the doctor quickly understood she wouldn’t answer.

little by little, your angry expression softened, the session continued with more advice on how to raise your daughter — which offended you a little — and softer questions about how your week had been and how the relationship between you two was progressing.

but from the corner of your eye, you could still see the little smile on daniela’s face. that irritated you, irritated you a lot.

the drive back home was like always, except daniela’s car followed closely behind yours. her practice had been canceled because of the holiday weekend and she had the day off, she said she missed elena a lot and wanted to see her again. that, you believed with all your heart, daniela was crazy about elena and you couldn’t imagine what it was like for her to only see her on weekends, but she hadn’t wanted to fight during the divorce the same way you both fought through half the marriage, so she agreed to shared custody with weekends, and it was working, as much as possible.

elena lit up seeing both of her moms arriving home and barely even said goodbye to the babysitter — alison, the neighbor from high school you paid ten dollars an hour to watch elena a few days a week.

it only took fifteen minutes of daniela and elena playing in the bedroom for your daughter to come back with a pout on her lips and big eyes, the same color as daniela’s, with a look very similar to daniela’s whenever she wanted something.

“can i sleep at mami’s house tonight?” she asked.

elena had school the next day, daniela was responsible with homework, science projects and bedtime schedules, but during your married routine, it was always you who woke up earlier to get elena ready for school, dani liked staying in bed for a few extra minutes — they were almost sacred to her. but that was only a habit, a routine. your ex-wife could be extra responsible for one day and wake up thirty minutes earlier, right?

one or two weeks ago, you would’ve said no, mostly to maintain your view of daniela as irresponsible and stupid, the one who kissed another woman in an alley behind a bar and gave you the silent treatment from time to time. but now, your emotions felt more rationalized, and you didn’t see her as a bad person. you were still angry at her, especially because of what happened earlier, but she wasn’t like the villains from the barbie movies you watched with elena.

she wasn’t good or evil, she was just a normal person who made mistakes, many, countless, almost unforgivable ones… and that still didn’t make her your enemy.

therapy was working, fuck.

you said yes, and dani took elena home with a genuine, huge smile, not like the one from the session earlier today that made you want to strangle her with your bare hands, this one made you smile too.

your house became empty, quiet, only the sound of the tv and the dishwasher running while you nearly fell asleep on the couch watching law & order and thinking about what to order for dinner even though it was already late. a few comfortable, pleasant hours passed like that, until you heard the sound of a car parking in front of your house — daniela’s car.

the doorbell rang and you answered it.

dani was there, same clothes from earlier, same makeup, but she looked… different. her eyes looked different, almost guilty, more hopeful, she had come with clear intentions.

“elena forgot a book she wants me to read to her before bed,” she said.

those were definitely not the intentions.

“a book?”

“yeah.”

“elena forgot a book? what book?”

“one with bears. can i come in?”

“one with bears,” you repeated, still holding the door half open. daniela gave a small shrug, but the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to smile.

you stared at her for another second before stepping aside.

“she’s asleep already?”

“megan’s with her,” daniela answered casually, walking inside. she seemed taller, for some reason, not in size but in presence. it was just the two of you, no doctor, no teacher, not even elena… it felt a little strange, but you wouldn’t analyze it now. “they’re probably playing mario kart right now.”

you closed the door slowly, still suspicious, and took a breath without daniela noticing.

“you left elena to come get a bedtime story?”

“yes.” daniela looked over her shoulder simply. “what? is it weird?”

you didn’t answer her. there was something about her tonight. lighter, maybe. confident in a way that made you uneasy. daniela usually came into your house tense nowadays, cautious, like she expected a fight at any second, which was honestly very understandable. tonight, she looked almost calm. like she knew something you didn’t.

that alone irritated you. but you wouldn’t be the annoying ex-wife always looking for a fight and interrogating her. not tonight, at least.

“the book’s upstairs,” you said. “i’ll get it.”

“okay.”

you disappeared upstairs for a minute. either daniela was telling the absolute truth or she knew all of elena’s books by heart, because you found it on the last shelf. when you went back downstairs, daniela was still there, standing like she hadn’t moved since you left. you handed her the book.

she didn’t look at it, she only looked at you. only you.

“what?”

“what?” she repeated. her eyes were different. darker.

you took a breath. you didn’t like how differently she was acting, how she could walk into your living room and act like it was normal to look at you like that. still, despite yourself, you liked the way those honey eyes made you feel perceived, way too perceived.

“i thought we could talk a little,” she murmured softly, but determined.

“about what?”

she was quiet for a second. strangely quiet for daniela.

“you know…” she started slowly, glancing down at the book in her hands before looking back at you. “about what happened today, at lena’s school.”

you frowned a little. you didn’t want to talk about that.

“we don’t have to… if you came here just to make fun of me or something—”

“i’d feel the same way.”

silence.

her voice was honest, raw, shameless, it didn’t waver. she took a step forward, set the book down on the kitchen counter, unable to take her eyes off you. then you noticed it, the familiar look. you loved that look, you had seen it a thousand times before.

desire.

not the usual kind, this one was different, stronger. it was when she got needy, when she treated you like the very oxygen she needed. you loved seeing it after an argument because you knew she would forgive you, or after she watched you with elena and suddenly realized she had married the love of her life. the darkness in her eyes, the dilated pupils, not a single trace of doubt, she wanted what she wanted and she wanted it more than ever. you recognized that look. you knew daniela like the back of your hand. and she knew you too.

“if someone was flirting with you like that? if they kept looking at you that way?” she shook her head lightly. “i would’ve lost my mind.”

you swallowed. she was another step closer.

daniela laughed quietly after saying it, like she couldn’t believe herself either.

“actually, no,” she corrected. another step, you could smell her perfume now. “i wouldn’t even act normal about it. i’d be way worse than you were.”

“why are you telling me this?” your voice was harsh, almost rude. it didn’t affect her, she didn’t even flinch.

she took another step, her eyes so locked on yours that you took one back. she smiled a little, she knew she was affecting you, but her smile wasn’t cocky like usual… it was sweet, like she was happy you were reacting that way. it was working.

“because i know i would like hearing you say it,” she said simply. “you know how i used to get when you were jealous of me.”

oh, you knew. daniela actually loved that, she was nothing but a tease. she wouldn’t flirt, nor entertain other people, but she would spend the whole day smiling if someone flirted with her in front of you. not because she craved other people’s attention, not because she wanted you to know other people wanted her, or any of that… the reason was selfish. she just loved seeing you jealous. all possessive, angry-faced, then even more possessive later, riding her hard and making sure she knew you owned her.

“daniela…” you breathed. it was a warning. or maybe a plea, because if she didn’t stop now, neither would you.

“what?” she took another step closer and you raised a hand just enough to keep the distance of your forearm between you. it didn’t work.

another step closer and she was fully inside your personal space.

“you don’t remember it? i can remind you.” now her voice was almost a whisper, and she was close enough for you to hear every word clearly.

“we can’t.” your voice was firm. just like always, it didn’t mean much to her.

“why not?”

“because… because we’re divorced. you hate me and i hate you, remember?” the firmness in your voice faded, sounding weaker the closer she got, not caring about your hand against her stomach, weakly trying to keep a distance that was already gone. you were pressed against the wall now, it felt cold against your back, but daniela’s presence was warm and she was inches away from fully pressing against your body.

“i don’t hate you.”

“i hate you.”

“you don’t.” her resolve couldn’t be shaken, it seemed. just a little closer and she was fully pressed against you.

you knew you could push her away. daniela was slightly stronger than you, but not by much. daniela would never hurt you physically. daniela would never do anything you didn’t want when it came to sex, and that had been clear as day since you were a teenage girl making out in the backseat of her dad’s car. daniela’s body was so warm and so familiar, it lit up something inside you, like your body called for her, like magnetism. daniela’s breath brushed against your cheek, smelling like mint, like her gloss.

daniela. daniela. daniela.

all you could feel.

but you tried to remember reasons not to give in.

“you cheated on me.”

“i did,” she said. “it doesn’t change what you want right now.” you hated that she was fucking right. you swallowed hard and closed your eyes.

“daniela… you’re just not thinking right now. we have so many issues… so many things to deal with between us.”

“yeah, so many mistakes, right? mine, yours, i don’t care, you can put them all on my tab.” she was completely gone, you knew deep down those words came from a place a little lower than her heart… but they sounded so honest. “i just want you right now.”

and you wanted her too. fuck.

“is this what you want, hm? is that all?” daniela panted, her eyes were darkened with lust and pride, watching her cum-coated dick disappear inside of you, and you still trying your best to fully adjust to her size like it was your first time again. “just say it. you’re jealous and you want to be fucked.”

your eyes slammed shut, a small tear rolling down your cheek as you shook your head at dani’s words. daniela’s cock continued thrusting inside your pussy, “no?” daniela growled, her eye twitching at the shake of your head. she lowered herself closer to your body, her soft abs pressed against your belly as her sharp eyes glued to your face. “then what is it then?”

daniela’s pace strokes changed, going from fast and frenzied to slow and controlled. her hand went to your face, forcing your eyes back open to face the fierce latina’s gaze. it was always unfair that daniela always expected you to speak while she was fucking you dumb, the best you could do was slip out a couple of incoherent phrases.

daniela smirked, her eyebrow raising as thoughts poured in that toxic mind of hers. “i think i know what you want..” a low chuckle left from her mouth, “i always know what you want.”

daniela picked up the pace just a little, her dick starting to twitch as your walls hugged daniela’s length. “how couldn’t i see this before? all the hard times you’ve been giving me, bitching and worrying about all the worthless girls you think i want.” her strokes were sloppy now, her eyes still held that strong gaze but her lip went in a small pout— something she always did before her cum spilled inside of you.

“all this stress you’ve caused me, when i could’ve shut you up and sat you down sooner.” you were undecided if these words were more for daniela to hear or for you, but the confusion cleared when a low moan escaped from the girl on top of you.

daniela’s cum spurted inside of you, milking your pussy completely, not letting up on her strokes until your pussy was full of her. you gasped, feeling daniela’s load seep from your pussy. it didn’t take much for you to wake up and realize what dani just did. she watched you as her strokes suppressed, making sure that every single drop of her cum was inside of you. “now, you’ll have something these other bitches won’t ever have.”

Daniela's eyes widened slightly at your bold request, a surge of arousal coursing through her. She loved it when you took charge, even if it was just to make a simple demand.

With a growl of approval, Daniela reached down between their bodies, unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down her hips along with her underwear. She kicked them off the bed, leaving herself bare.

She positioned herself between your legs, the head of her thick, throbbing cock pressing against your entrance. Daniela leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as she began to push inside.

Daniela groaned against your mouth as she felt herself being enveloped in tight heat. She paused once she was fully seated, giving you a moment to adjust.

Pulling back from the kiss, Daniela looked down at you, her eyes burning with desire. "You feel incredible, my love. So tight and perfect. Fuck.." She whispered.

Daniela began to move, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being inside her lover. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of your warmth.

Daniela's hands roamed over your body as she thrust, caressing every curve and dip. She leaned down to capture a nipple between her lips, sucking and nibbling gently as she continued to rock into you.

but for you, it took a lot more effort than you thought you were possibly capable of making. four days passed in the hospital and the doctors still weren’t completely sure you were ready to leave yet.

and you weren’t sure either, because you spent those days weak in a hospital bed, sleeping through half the day. you would wake up, play with your newborn, talk a little with daniela about what the doctors had said, eat that terrible hospital food and then fall asleep again. but between those naps, you saw family members too. they had come to see your baby, your mother stayed because she had come to see her baby. your mom and dani stayed awake together while you slept and that resulted in a conversation you remember to this day, even if you honestly couldn’t remember whether you had been in that hospital bed for a month or for a week.

you woke up and saw daniela on the couch next to your hospital bed, a black hoodie on her body, a loose bun in her hair. she had her eyes on the tv while some soccer game played. you watched her for a minute before speaking.

“hey.” your voice was hoarser than you thought it would be.

she immediately looked at you, a soft smile on her lips as she stood up and walked to your bed.

“hey, pretty.”

her hand touched your face to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. daniela had the sweetest eyes for days now and even scared of everything ahead of you, they brought you some type of comfort and safety.

“where’s my mom?” you asked her as she sat by your side.

“she went to grab a coffee, she’ll be back in a minute.”

time was a different concept for you now that your sleep schedule had been completely changed, but you could still sense a minute.

“where’s my baby?” you pouted at her, her eyebrows raising as she pretended to be offended.

“i’m right here…”

you chuckled under your breath, adjusting yourself on the bed as she chuckled too.

“my other one, you idiot.”

she only rolled her eyes playfully. “she’s at the nursery, i’m gonna get her for you.” daniela leaned down to kiss your forehead and stood up to leave the hospital room. only then did you both notice your mom by the door, two hot coffees in her hands. daniela blushed a little, like she usually did because she was always shy around your parents, even after all this time. she smiled at your mom and left.

your mom still had her younger features as she got closer to your bed. she had that ease in her body that could only mean your father wasn’t around. he had probably gone home to change, or was helping daniela’s father with the move to the new apartment you guys had been given by your parents.

“she’s a good girl; daniela.” your mother started, and there was something in her voice…

“she is.” you heard her sigh. “what?”

“nothing. i think she’ll be a good mom, like you.” your mom sat by your side, adjusting the blanket over your body.

there was a minute of silence. your mother was very affectionate, just not very good at clear and direct communication.

“you’ll be a good mother too, but it’s important to remember what matters the most, you know?” she continued, taking a sip of her coffee as if she was just chatting about nothing important, but she had that look in her eyes.

“what matters the most?” you repeated.

“yes… i mean… sometimes things get hard, you know, it won’t always be like this. but kids need two parents.”

“mom…” you started.

“i’m just saying that kids need stability, that is more important than… being happy all the time.” she looked down at the coffee cup for a second before looking up at you again. “i’ve made my choice, maybe someday you’ll have to make yours as well.” she drank her coffee.

a second later daniela came through the door with your baby in her arms. you got so enchanted by elena that you forgot about what your mom had said, or what she had tried to say. you rocked the baby in your arms and let elena suckle on your milk with heart eyes.

you really, really forgot about what your mom had said. there were too many new things happening at once, there was a baby in your arms learning how to drink milk from you, you were sixteen, daniela was kissing your temple and offering you something to drink every five minutes, there was a tiny apartment waiting for you both. it was terrifying and exciting, building a life together and alone all at once.

back then, loving daniela still felt simple. the problems were the adjustments of being a mother, or working with your dad at a part-time job, or learning how to cook for your wife.

but the years passed and that changed. during the divorce, those words came back to you constantly. quietly. stubbornly.

kids need stability.

during every screaming match whispered after elena had gone to sleep. during every time you looked into daniela’s eyes and saw anger instead of the sweetness they once held. during every night you stared at the ceiling with your wife asleep by your side, wondering if leaving would be selfish and childish, if staying would make you a better mother, a better person, someone who wouldn’t make your daughter have two houses simply because you couldn’t make peace with the very same person you made her with.

but you grew up, you moved out, you were no longer a little girl who didn’t understand why daddy was sleeping in the guest room, and yet your mom stayed with him. perhaps she had no energy left to leave.

you decided to protect your own energy instead of protecting your daughter, and you still felt guilty about it every single time you remembered, so strongly that you felt your throat tighten and your vision blur.

perhaps you really were weak for leaving.

but not as weak as you had been last night.

fuck, last night was definitely not your best moment.

not something you were proud of, definitely.

the hot water felt like fucking holy water on your body. like it could wash your sins from last night, wash your mistake, wash your memories. it couldn’t, but it felt good. you washed your hair, you scrubbed your body, you brushed your teeth.

you still felt her touch on your skin as clearly as the night before. you could hear faint noises outside, she hadn’t left, she was still there for some reason. you brushed your teeth once more, practicing in your head what you would say when you left the peaceful, comfortable bubble of your bathroom, that right now felt like the whole world, protecting you from what you didn’t want to face.

but time passed anyway and you had to leave.

the towel around your body felt like a shield as you walked into the kitchen, daniela only wearing a t-shirt and her boxers, her messy hair in a loose bun as she made coffee.

it was her t-shirt. the one she gave you. so it was yours. she had to look through your closet to get it.

you sighed.

“what are you doing?” your voice sounded a little ruder than intended. you were tense.

“coffee.” she answered casually, then looked over her shoulder at you. the t-shirt was really old, from when she still played and got a lot of jerseys from her coach. “you need some, right?”

you only nodded, not trusting yourself enough to speak. watching her like this brought back way too many memories, some that you would rather bury and forget. so many mornings like this when you were still pregnant, you would come up behind her to hug her and let your head rest on her shoulder, she would kiss your forehead and say good morning with her raspy voice. now you couldn’t bring yourself to be less than ten feet away from her.

“actually, we should talk about last night, you know.” she fully turned to face you, looking at your wet hair. she loved seeing you with your hair wet, and a small smile appeared on her lips. “well, what happened can cause a lot of… questions.” her voice was strangely neutral.

“yes.” you finally found your voice. “yeah, we should talk, make everything clear.”

she gestured with her head for you to get closer and sat down in the kitchen chair. you hated how comfortable she made herself, but that was once her home, her kitchen, her clothes. just as you were once her wife.

“so…” you started, crossing your arms against your chest, fingers pressing against your skin underneath the towel. “last night shouldn’t have happened. we have a kid, we can’t just have a slip whenever you feel like it—”

“a slip? like we’re drug addicts or something?” she asked, so casually that it made you roll your eyes and keep talking.

“you know what i meant.” you shook your head. “it was irresponsible.”

she stared at you for a second too long. her honey eyes seemed like they could see your fucking soul and you hated it with your whole heart. then she huffed out a laugh through her nose.

your face heated up. “what?”

“you should rehearse it again. want me to give you five more minutes?”

you opened your mouth and closed it again. you hated how easily she could read you after all this time, how easy it was for her to remind you that you had spent seven years of your life married to her.

“i didn’t do it.” your voice got sharper.

“you sure?”

you sighed. “we can’t do this again. end of conversation. i have to get changed for work, so—”

“that’s how a conversation works for you, isn’t it?” her tone was cutting, but her voice wasn’t impatient, actually the opposite, it was just… observing. “you talk and i listen, then it’s the end of the conversation.”

silence filled the kitchen for a moment. you felt almost ashamed.

“i’m listening,” you said instead of arguing.

daniela looked down at her coffee for a second, fingers tapping against the mug before stopping completely.

“i was talking to megan yesterday,” she said eventually, slowly.

“of course you were talking to megan,” you mumbled. of course megan had something to do with this. daniela ignored your tone with a loud sigh.

“she told me that if you got jealous over me…” a small smile crossed her lips, softer now, a little embarrassed. “and if i got that happy about it… then maybe there’s still something between us. then i came here to talk to you about it… and… well, what happened happened…” her voice got smaller and she looked down at her mug. of course there was.

it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. you remembered how you felt the day before, like daniela was still yours in some sense of the word, and that wouldn’t come from nowhere. neither would your dreams about her, neither would your fascination every time elena acted like her, neither would your need to look especially pretty every single therapy session. you knew it. but you couldn’t. before you could say something, she kept talking.

“i’m not saying we’re madly in love.” her voice was so vulnerable that your heart ached a little. “but maybe…” she hesitated for the first time since the conversation started. “if there’s something… then maybe…” her voice became so small it was almost a whisper. “maybe we could…”

“stop,” you said. daniela’s mouth closed immediately. “seriously?”

she stayed quiet. she was almost shy.

“do you remember the months before the divorce?” your voice got tighter with every word. “because i do. we couldn’t stay in the same room without fighting. elena was noticing it. it was…” you tried to find a word to describe it without being too harsh, but you couldn’t. you chose silence instead.

“maybe it wouldn’t be like that this time.” her voice was so small that you had to close your eyes for a moment.

she was so sincere… so honest. you wanted to believe her because she was daniela, the same daniela you had wanted ever since you were a stupid kid, the same daniela who had you arguing with her over a wet towel on the bed, the same daniela who had kissed another woman in a dark alley after a fight on a random friday.

she had the same honey eyes, the same soft look, the same gentle hands. you wished you were the same too, the same sixteen-year-old girl who would’ve done anything daniela asked because you were too in love with her to deny her anything.

but you still looked at elena sometimes and wondered how much she remembered of you and daniela’s fights. you still wondered if she heard it when you guys whispered cruelties to each other instead of yelling so she wouldn’t hear through the walls. you still wondered if she would grow up like you and develop that same intense fear of ending up like her mother.

you knew, deep in your heart, that if you had stopped loving daniela, then both of you would’ve become indifferent instead of hateful. then the divorce would’ve been cold and clean instead of chaotic and loud. but loving daniela hadn’t fixed your relationship for months during that last year, so why would anything change now?

“no.” your voice came out firmer this time. “i have to get ready for work, you have to take elena to school, remember?”

her jaw tightened a little at that. “i’m trying to talk to you. you can clock in five minutes late.”

“i don’t want to talk about that anymore. last night was a mistake,” you spat out quickly.

“four mistakes.” she said it quietly, but it still cut you off. “four times. i fucked you four times last night.”

you took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.

“you haven’t changed,” you said, your voice cold and soft. like you expected, you saw a hint of offense in her eyes. “i have to go to work,” you said simply. “bye, daniela.”

you turned around and started walking upstairs. you didn’t look back at her, you didn’t dare see her disappointed, hurting face. you hated yourself for it and deep down you knew she hated you too.

you expected her to yell something that would make you mad and send you marching downstairs to keep fighting, a crude comment, a smart remark, anything.

but she said nothing.

you both moved on with your day. you went to work, daniela went back home, took elena to school, and watched her with her comically big backpack running off to find her little friends. she went back home, got ready for work, and focused on the tasks she had to get done. she was an adult and couldn’t go crying back home because you had broken her tender heart, but she couldn’t get her mind off you.

because how could you? how could you change so fast from night to day? last night, you were putty in her hands, crying her name so beautifully. this morning, you broke her heart. daniela wanted to hate you, she really did, but she couldn’t.

because she knew, deep down in her heart, you were thinking about her too, during work, staring at the wall and remembering her lips on yours.

her lips on yours…

daniela’s lips weren’t desperate. no, they were, in a way, but they were also tender. they reminded you of the first time she kissed you in jacob’s basement when you were sixteen years old. if you tried hard enough, you could still taste the cheap beer on her tongue. it hadn’t been your first kiss, you had kissed your friends before. practice for real kisses, they said. but daniela had been the first one who made your heart pound like a hammer in your chest and your hands tremble a little.

“that was really good,” she had said, her cheeks blushing as she looked into your eyes.

daniela’s cheeks no longer blushed when she kissed you, but somehow it tasted just as sweet and soft as she pressed her lips against yours. and when she pulled back, her forehead still resting against yours, eyes closed, still waiting for your reaction, the moment was so delicate, so fragile. she acted like she was scared that a single wrong word would break the perfect bubble you were in for a second, for a minute.

perhaps she was right, so you didn’t give her much time to speak.

“upstairs…” you murmured.

daniela didn’t need to be told twice.

she grabbed the back of your legs, lifting you off the floor. you had forgotten how strong she was. she wasn’t very tall, nor particularly muscular, but she was hella stronger than she looked, and carrying you upstairs while you kissed her neck seemed like little effort to her. she threw you onto the bed, then climbed on top of you. her weight kept you grounded in the moment, giving you no room to think about anything except her lips on yours, her tongue in your mouth. but it was too slow, perhaps, because you grew needier a minute later.

both of you were completely consumed by desire, but yes, it was a very conscious decision. you could see it on her face. she gave you a moment to back off, to become your usual annoying self and talk about how wrong this was, how you couldn’t do it.

it never came.

instead, you grew impatient. with a heavy sigh, you switched your positions, pinning her shoulders to the mattress. daniela looked surprised for a few seconds, watching as you unzipped her pants. your fingers were quick, and when you pulled the fabric down, you set free her hard cock. you missed it, fuck, you really did.

she was throbbing as you wrapped your hand around it, practically begging for your attention. the pink tip leaked with pre-cum, and while you watched the vein along the side pulse, you felt her hand settle in your hair. you remembered how patiently she had guided you to wrap your lips around it. at first, you barely knew how to do it. it felt weird and strange to have your mouth so full like that. over time, you learned to enjoy it far too much: the way it stretched your lips, the bitter taste of it, the weight of it on your tongue.

it was just like always when you finally leaned down to take it into your mouth again, except it seemed far more sensitive than you remembered. daniela immediately let her head fall back and let out a loud hiss as you ran your tongue along her length. she hadn’t felt this in a while, you could tell.

that made you so happy that, a few moments later, you engulfed the whole member in your mouth. it tasted the same, so daniela.

“god… baby…” she moaned.

you hadn’t heard her call you baby in a long while. a few weeks before the divorce, she had stopped completely. it felt weird, almost like a foreign word in her mouth.

at the same time, it felt so natural.

her fingers tightened at the back of your head as she started guiding you, first downward, encouraging you to take as much as you could into your mouth. she reached over, grabbed a pillow, and tucked it behind her head so she could comfortably watch your mouth taking her cock.

“so good,” she said when you choked just slightly. the light pressure around her tip felt good, way too good, in a way that made it dangerously hard to keep control and not start thrusting into your mouth. so she let her hand fall away and allowed you to set the pace.

daniela knew you wouldn’t disappoint.

you didn’t.

you started bobbing your head, slowly at first, enjoying her taste as if sucking her off was for your pleasure alone. drool slipped from the corners of your lips, coating her length and making it slide so easily into your mouth. you stroked the base while sucking at the tip…

daniela almost rolled her pretty eyes back into her head.

it took her a few more minutes to realize she was going to come way too fucking fast like this. she had had nothing but her right hand for months, and having the perfect view of your mouth on her was making almost every rational thought disappear. you realized it too when you felt her pulse inside your mouth, so you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lower lip to her tip as you sat back on your heels.

daniela quickly reached out, more like lunged at you. her hands fumbled to pull your shirt over your head, and as soon as she did, letting the fabric fall to the floor, she noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. she could have teased you, said something about you being naughty or anything like that, but you hadn’t seen daniela this eager in a long time. she immediately wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and brought her hand up to toy with your other breast like a desperate baby.

you gasped, caught between surprise and pleasure, as she left a small bite there. not hard, just enough to sting. she was so needy. her hands seemed magnetically drawn to your body. you buried your fingers in her curls as she suckled at the hardened nipple. her grip on your waist with her free hand was so tight it bordered on painful, and yet you let her have her fun. it was a pleasant feeling, one that left you uncomfortably wet, far too eager to have her inside you as well.

so you had to push her head back, lowering yourself to kiss her sweet lips again.

“i want you,” she mumbled against your lips.

god, she was really desperate. you could almost feel her body trembling with need.

“i know,” you chuckled low in your throat. it was so good to see her like this, looking at you as if you were the only woman in the world, touching you as if your skin had been made for her, kissing you like you were the air she needed to breathe. “i want you too, dani… i want you inside me.”

“yeah?” she whispered.

you nodded and brought your hands down to pull off your pants.

daniela helped you as you stood up from the bed to take them off, and that was the only moment she let go of your skin for even a second, only to have her hands on you again the very next moment. now dressed only in your panties, you caught her looking at your body, and you could have sworn her mouth watered at the sight. she kissed every bit of skin she could reach as you moved closer: your forearm, your side, your shoulder. she would have kissed your entire body if you had given her half a chance.

but you didn’t, because you wanted her lips on yours. you were just as eager as she was, just as desperate. your body couldn’t stay away from her touch for long either. you craved this every bit as much as she did, and you hated admitting to yourself that she had simply been braver than you, brave enough to reach out first.

“you’re so beautiful,” daniela breathed.

kissing down your neck, she let her hands explore you as if she hadn’t touched you a thousand times before. from your back to your waist, from your ass to your thighs, wherever she could reach, she touched you as if you were made of glass. your skin burned beneath her hands as you straddled her lap.

you were ready to pull your panties aside and have her inside you again right away, but daniela had other plans. she switched your positions once more, your back hitting the mattress as she kissed her way down your body.

that was her chance.

soft, wet kisses left a trail from your neck to your breasts, then lower to your belly, each one making your skin shiver. for a second, it tickled, right on the sensitive part of your stomach, and you couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh. daniela looked up at you, her eyes shining softly. she smiled and kissed the same spot again, just to hear your laugh one more time.

you still shared the same intimacy you once had. she still knew your body well enough to pleasure it in every possible way, to make you scream or make you laugh. in that moment, you knew you would hardly ever share something this precious with someone else again. the smile slowly faded from your lips, and you could already feel yourself slipping into sadness, but daniela was faster than your own self-sabotaging thoughts.

she quickly pulled off your panties, sliding them down your thighs before spreading your legs for her. you only realized how wet you had become when the cool air hit your center. you were practically dripping, your lips glistening with arousal. daniela’s tongue didn’t take long to find you.

she closed her lips around your clit and flicked her tongue over it. immediately, your legs tightened around her head, and you could feel her smile against you. she had always loved it when you did that. it showed her how much she was pleasing you, and as confident as she was, she still craved your approval in so many ways.

she let her tongue explore you just as her hands had before, except now it was more precise, finding all the places you had always loved. it felt like a kiss, a very wet one. her tongue moved lower as soon as your hands found her curls in a gentle caress.

“you’re so good, dani,” you cried out as she teased you.

your arousal mixed with her saliva, coating her skin, but she didn’t seem to care. if anything, she only grew hungrier. whether it was because of your moans or your praise, daniela seemed to be having the time of her life while she focused entirely on you. every movement drew another reaction from your body, making your legs tense and your body squirm a little more.

she had always been good at this. not because of experience—at the beginning, she hadn’t had much of that. she hadn’t had many girls or a lot of experience before you. she simply carried a genuine need to please you, to make you feel good. she took pride in your pleasure, and at the same time, found complete satisfaction in giving it to you. that was something no technique or experience could truly teach someone. her skill came entirely from her desire to be good for you.

that was why your praise went straight to her head. and to her cock.

good for her, you noticed how her hips unconsciously rocked against the bed, seeking the soft friction of the sheets, chasing even the slightest bit of relief.

you gently pushed her hair back, just enough for her to pull away. that was when you felt her hot breath against your sensitive skin.

“i want you inside…” you whispered.

daniela’s chin was covered with your honey. she smiled when you said that and nodded, but made no move to clean her face. instead, she sat up between your legs. you could see her rigid cock only centimeters away from your pussy.

she took off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. now both of you were completely naked. daniela hated wearing bras unless she was on the field. for a second, you admired her small, perky breasts before looking back up at her face. she was staring right at you, her expression unreadable for a moment.

“you’re as beautiful as ever,” she murmured. “just as tasty as ever, y/n.”

it didn’t sound like dirty talk, or the kind of thing people said during sex just to make their partner feel good and set the mood. it sounded honest. painfully honest.

“you’re still mine?” she whispered.

then she leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of your head. her cock brushed against your pussy, and you bit your lip.

but she barely seemed to notice your reactions, the way your hips rolled upward on instinct, the way your eyes kept drifting down to her hard cock, almost lined up with your entrance.

“look at me.” her voice was almost pleading. “say it to me.”

you looked into her honey-colored eyes, at her beautiful face, at the long curls falling over her shoulders, almost creating a curtain around the two of you.

you placed your hands on her soft cheeks.

you had forgotten how much you loved kissing her face.

you almost wished you could do it now, but perhaps that would be too much.

perhaps that would be more intimate than sex.

perhaps that would be more intimate than laughing with her when she kissed your stomach and made you laugh while you were completely naked.

“i’m yours, daniela,” you said.

you told yourself it was a lie. in the back of your mind, you were no longer her wife. but as she finally pushed inside you, the first inches forcing your body to accommodate her, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan and your eyes close so you could fully feel how good it was to have her again after such a long, long time, you realized that perhaps you weren’t lying.

you could no longer be hers, but judging by the way your body accepted her, by the way it reacted and responded to her and only her—not even to yourself, only to daniela—then maybe it was the truth.

maybe it was the truest thing you had said in a long while, whispered in the dark for daniela’s ears alone.

“you’re mine,” she said back, breathless.

as she finally bottomed inside you, she didn’t move for a moment. she just stayed there, holding you close, her eyes locked on your face.

“say it again.”

“dani…” you breathed.

“say it again for me. say it now.”

her command sounded so desperate that it felt more like a plea.

you opened your eyes again.

that expression on her face…

she was trying to be dominant, but you could see right through her. that was something you had always been far too good at. she could act as confident and commanding as she wanted, but she had been yours first.

“you’re mine. say it to me.”

daniela nodded immediately as your hands wrapped around her shoulders.

“i’m yours, all yours,” she said, her voice so sweet.

so sweet that it stood in sharp contrast to the intensity between you. you started to moan uncontrollably. at first, you tried to bite your lip and keep quiet, but you couldn’t. eventually, you gave up and simply tried not to get too loud.

daniela loved every sound that escaped you, the smile on her face gave her away, so did the way she held you closer.

she let her body fall on top of yours, completely trapping you beneath her weight.

she started kissing your neck. by now, she was moving on pure instinct, just fucking into you as deeply as she could. your legs trembled slightly with every thrust. she lowered one hand to wrap your thigh around her waist, and you followed her lead.

“nice and deep, that’s how my girl likes it, yeah?” she panted against your neck.

you nodded immediately, your nails dragging down her back, leaving a reddish trail she would love to see in the morning.

her grip on your thigh was definitely painful by now, but you couldn’t focus on it when she started moving faster. gradually, her thrusts became almost punishing, as if she were personally punishing you. well, god knew she had enough reasons to do it. but if that was her intention, it wasn’t working, because even through the painfully delicious stretch, she found that sweet spot inside you that made your eyes nearly roll back and the sweetest moans spill from your lips.

she almost groaned when she felt you squeezing around her, your walls tightening in a way that made it almost difficult for her to move, gripping her like a vice. the foreplay had left both of you too close to the edge. that, or perhaps the fact that you were so desperate for each other that there was barely room for anything else in your minds.

“dani…”

when you said her name so sweetly, as if she were the only thing that mattered, daniela became completely desperate. she lost whatever technique or skill she had left. her movements became pure desire. she buried her face in the crook of your neck again, breathing in your scent. she lost herself in it.

her hips snapped faster, harder.

you cried out.

you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure in your lower belly growing tighter as you rolled your hips up to meet her. she barely pulled away from you now, chasing the climax that seemed to draw closer with every passing second. your sweaty skin pressed together, the taste of her still lingering on your lips, her breath and muffled moans against your neck, the relentless rhythm that kept drawing reactions from you.

“come for me. come for me now,” she commanded between harsh breaths.

you finally came, your whole body tensing as your eyes rolled back and your back arched off the bed. high-pitched moans spilled from your lips as the pleasure washed over you. daniela did her best to keep moving with you through it, only pulling away at the last second.

she didn’t had to lower her hand to stroke herself or even just hump your belly, she waited the very last second, you felt the warm jet hit your belly, four of them, so thick that part of you wished she had shot them right into you.

she kept her face buried in your neck for a minute, maybe two, listening to the sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. eventually, a soft chuckle escaped you.

she finally looked up.

her face was sweaty, her eyes slightly unfocused, her lips swollen. a hint of a confused smile appeared on her face when she heard you laughing.

“what?”

“that was a huge fucking mistake,” you said honestly.

a second of silence passed before you sighed deeply.

“but since we’re here, let’s make the most of it.”

you switched your positions once again, straddling her lap, she looked up at you, surprised and slightly amazed as you settled comfortably against her, bringing her semi hard cock to your entrance once again. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

the next morning, you regretted this deeply.

but for one night, you allowed yourself to believe the lie, or maybe you allowed yourself to tell the truth.

even in the dark, even whispered between dirty and reckless words, there would always be a part of you that belonged to her.

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