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Summary and A/N: A Staubrey Interlude that takes place during 'They Had Time,' the same night as the Bechloe Interlude â Chapter 11.Â
This started out as a Staubrey Week 2019 bed sharing story, but when I realized how key it was for their relationship, I had to take my time to get it right.Â
Hopefully I succeeded.So, if you haven't read Time⌠mini spoilers ahead and I hope it still makes sense without some of the backstory.
Seems appropriate to post this on Aubreyâs birthday, as per PP3 passports.
As always, a heartfelt thank you to @tiny-maus-boots for putting up with âwhat about this word, or is this one betterâ every single time.
Random snippet as a preview.
And Aubrey could have blamed it on the alcohol, but when she tentatively slid her hand out and touched Stacieâs cheek, she knew that wasnât it at all.
âAubrey?â Stacie had frozen beneath her fingertips, her eyes rising from where theyâd been looking at Aubreyâs mouth to meet hers.
Instead of answering right away, Aubrey reached up and ran one fingertip over the very corner of Stacieâs lips. Feeling the shiver through her hand as well as the bed, Aubrey quickly pulled back. âIâm sorry; I shouldnât have⌠or asked first⌠or not done it at all.â She pushed herself backward. âIâll goâŚâ
âAubrey.â Stacie said again, her own fingers wrapping around Aubreyâs wrist. âAubrey. Just wait.â She didnât try to hold Aubrey down or pull her closer, just held on gently. âItâs okay.â She licked her lips again and despite her worry, at those two words Aubrey found herself moving forward until they were almost touching. âI didnât mind.â She slowly let go of Aubreyâs wrist. âI donât mind.â
Itâs okay. Two simple words often used even when it wasnât. But to Aubrey they were a key to a lock she didnât know was there. She knew it was too fast, but Aubrey believed Stacie and it calmed her. The pure, automatic acceptance of whatever she wanted to do or say was something she had never had before. It was⌠freeing.
Wondering if her pounding heart could be felt through the mattress, Aubrey touched Stacieâs cheek again. It was still light and hesitant, but she let herself do more, feel more.
She traced the strong jawline that sheâd once wondered what it would be like to nibble.
Ran her thumb over Stacieâs bottom lip, feeling the shaky exhale of warm air across it.
Skimmed a perfect eyebrow before letting her fingers sink into soft dark tresses. She watched, fascinated, as Stacieâs eyes closed when Aubrey gently traced the shell of one ear.
She knew it wasnât the alcohol when she closed that final distance between them and pressed her lips to Stacieâs.