#submelweek

The faint creak of the front door opening and shutting a few seconds later is followed by a low complaint about the noise and a self reminder to fix that soon.

"Sevika, darling, where are you?"

That catches the ear of the woman in the bedroom at the rear of the house.

"Back here."

Muffled footsteps soon make their way towards Mel, Sevika coming into view before her eyes drop to her wife's hands fiddling with the buckle of her heels.

"Here, let me get that for you."

Bending to her knees, the older woman caresses Mel's foot with one hand while her prosthetic works open the latch and slowly pulls the shoe off, a moan of relief coming from above.

"Thank you. I always forget how much those hurt by the end of the day."

Sevika doesn't let go right away, pressing a few gentle kisses to the supple brown skin of Mel's calf until the other woman catches her chin in a soft grip to connect their eyes.

Neither of them speak for a few moments in favor of soaking in the other's presence.

Lowering her head again, Sevika pecks the top of Mel's foot where the strap of the heel left a slight dent and finally stands up to her full height. She wraps an arm around Mel's waist and brings her in for a hug, feeling the way she lets herself deflate and curl into Sevika's chest.

"Long day?"

"You have no idea," Mel huffs.

"Well, then tell me over dinner. I made your favorite."

The younger woman perks up then, eyes flashing with adoration the way they do whenever Sevika seemingly reads her mind and knows exactly what she needs.

An hour later, the plates are being cleared as Mel relaxes in her seat, polishing off the rest of her wine while she watches her wife tidy up.

When Sevika comes over and tilts her head up for a kiss, she sighs into it and feels the last bit of her stress from earlier melt away.

"Let's go take a bath."

"Mm, you're a genius," Mel purrs.

"Isn't that why you married me?"

Laughing against Sevika's lips, she stands from her spot at the table and follows the taller woman to the bathroom with their fingers interlinked.

As the water fills the tub, Sevika helps Mel undress, the occasional kiss following the trail of her hands. She keeps her voice low and soothing while she helps Mel lower into the warm water before pulling off her prosthetic and following right behind, enclosing her wife's body between muscular legs.

Sevika runs her hand over Mel's shoulder and around her neck, using just enough force to feel the knots under her skin.

"Damn, babe, these are pretty bad."

Mel lets out a sharp huff, her earlier irritation coming back as she remembers the source of her stress.

"Blame the bastards at the office. Leaving everything until the last minute and then dumping it in my lap, not even caring that I have to—"

She hisses when Sevika's thumb presses into a tender spot in the crook of her neck. "Shit…"

"Sorry," Sevika murmurs. "I'll try to be gentler."

It takes a few minutes for the biggest offenders to be undone and Mel feels much more comfortable when they're taken care of.

Sevika then reaches for the washcloth and lays it on the edge of the tub to squirt some body wash onto before bringing it to Mel's arms. She takes her time, humming a familiar tune as she drags the rag up and down towards the rest of her body.

Eventually, Sevika finishes and sets the cloth aside to be washed later before pulling the dark skinned woman closer.

Mel presses back against Sevika's chest, exhaling deeply when she feels a large hand drag up the inside of her leg.

Watching the ripples in the water, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as her wife's hand starts tracing the crease of her inner thigh.

It parts her folds soon after, the pad of a calloused index finger firmly swiping over her clit.

"Mmngh, sweetheart…"

Sevika pauses then.

"Is that okay?"

Mel's eyes flutter shut as she lets herself feel the warmth brewing in her lower stomach for a few seconds before answering.

"Yes…please…"

"Okay. I'm gonna make you feel good."

Another drag over her clit, firmer this time.

And another.

And another.

The younger woman turns her head towards her lover's neck, button nose brushing the column of it as she shudders at the movement between her legs. Sevika always knows the exact pace and pressure she needs, even when her brain is too overloaded to decide for herself.

The older of the two asks permission to sink a finger into Mel, and when it's given, she wastes no time pushing it to the hilt.

Sevika lets her get used to the feeling, pumping her middle digit at a slow but steady pace for a couple of minutes while whispering praises into a heated ear.

"You always take me so well, don't you, princess? So good for me…"

When Mel lets out a low moan in return, she smiles into the skin of her cheek and presses a soft kiss to it before her ring finger joins the mix.

Sevika finds a consistent rhythm, keeping them both buried in Mel's clenching pussy as she repeatedly hooks her fingers upwards to press against her most sensitive area.

"Y-Yes, right there, oh baby…"

Mel's fingers are digging into her wife's thighs now, acrylic nails no doubt leaving indents in olive skin but the the other woman gives no reaction.

That is, until, Sevika begins flicking her thumb over Mel's clit and feels a pair of sharp pains shoot down her legs, but she chokes back the complaint in favor of hearing the subdued moans Mel is letting out.

"Fuck—yes…"

Knowing the dark skinned woman is close, Sevika ducks her head to suck at the sensitive areas of Mel's neck to which Mel moans even louder.

As she's doing that, she catches sight of dusky nipples poking out of the water every few seconds and gets an idea.

Sevika then leans up to whisper in Mel's ear, "Be a good girl and play with your tits for me, baby."

Green eyes roll back into the skull holding them, the younger woman's whines growing as a shaky hand raises to her chest and palms one mound.

It feels incredible, and soon, both of them are being squeezed and tugged at by hands drunk with pleasure.

"I-I'm, I'm…"

"I know, I know," Sevika hums.

Two more crooks of her fingers and Mel is clenching around her hand.

"Cum for me."

The whine in Sevika's ear is followed by trembling thighs and a sharp cry as Mel finally orgasms, shuddering as she finally releases the tension that was building the last several minutes.

When she fully comes down and her chest is slightly heaving, Sevika's hand is lovingly rubbing her side.

"You feel better? Less stressed?"

Mel sighs contentedly before cupping her wife's cheek and bringing her in for a soft kiss.

"Yes. Thank you, darling."

The look on Sevika's face is a cross between curiosity and mischief, and the younger woman quirks a brow.

"What are you scheming?"

"Nothing, I just…" Sevika shrugs. "You up for another?"

A nip to Mel's plump bottom lip.

"I think I can de-stress you even more…"

The heat between Mel's legs stirs anew and she glances between her lover's silver eyes before lowering hers to her mouth.

"Absolutely."

Standing up and reaching a hand towards Sevika, the two woman dry off fairly quickly before they're once again drawn together and connect their lips.

The older woman walks Mel backwards towards the bed and keeps their mouths attached as she falls onto it, scooting up the mattress while Sevika follows.

When Mel lies back against the pillows, her wife begins trailing kisses down her neck, over her stomach, and towards her aching pussy. She thinks Sevika is going to stop there but when she keeps dragging her mouth even further, she props herself up out of curiosity.

Sevika flicks her gaze upwards to meet Mel's as she kneels and cups her hand under a smooth calf, keeping eye contact while she raises it until Mel's foot is dangling in front of parted lips.

The younger woman is stuck, breath catching in her throat and lower stomach clenching as she watches Sevika's mouth kiss the entire length of her foot. It's sensual and erotic and something Sevika's never done before but Mel has never felt so desired in her life, quiet whines slipping out as she takes in the view.

Suddenly, Sevika dips her head down and wraps her lips around Mel's big toe, swirling her tongue around it as she sucks—hard.

"Oh!"

Mel's head drops back as she gasps, arousal shooting between her legs as her hips buck upwards.

"Eyes on me, gorgeous. Wanna see how good this makes you feel."

Sevika's husky voice cuts through the haze and Mel lifts her head to do as she's told, whining when her wife sends a sultry smile her way.

The green eyed woman does her best to keep eye contact while Sevika gives the rest of her toes the same treatment, knowing how much the other woman loves it.

She soon starts grinding down onto the mattress to find some kind of friction, the pulse between her legs practically screaming for attention.

Sevika then decides to have mercy on her and give her what she really wants, pressing one last kiss to the top of her foot before dropping it and laying on her stomach. She spreads Mel's legs before settling between them and using her shoulders to keep them parted.

Leaning forward, she blows air over Mel's clit and watches the way it twitches when she clenches around nothing.

"Fucking hell…"

Mel's hand flies to the back of Sevika's head as her hips roll forward, feeling her wife's lips just barely graze her dripping folds.

"Sevika."

A low hum.

"I love the way you say my name."

Sevika then licks the entire length of her slit, moaning when Mel whines loudly at the feeling. She wastes no time wrapping her lips around her clit and suckling firmly, meeting Mel's thrusts against her face with nods of her own.

Her hand moves from Mel's thigh to her chest, finding a pebbled nipple and rolling it between thick fingers to add to the other woman's pleasure.

"Yes! God, yes."

Mel's pelvis is rocking into her wife's mouth with hardly any regard for the other woman, and that's just the way Sevika likes it.

After a repeated pattern of sucking her clit and licking into her folds, the woman underneath then takes her tongue and spears it into Mel's pussy before curling it, knowing this is what will take her over the edge.

"Hah! Yes, yes, yes, yes—"

Between the feeling of Sevika's tongue inside her fluttering hole and her hand palming her chest, it doesn't take Mel long to cum again, this orgasm being longer and more intense than the first.

She floods Sevika's mouth and coats her chin and the sheets below in her essence, vision turning white and her body feeling lighter than air.

For several seconds until the pleasure fades, Mel holds Sevika in place and the other woman works her through it, never getting used to the feeling of being able to witness her wife like this.

Once she feels the legs under her stop trembling, Sevika smiles against the inner thigh beside her before starting to crawl up the bed towards her lover. When she reaches her destination, she curls an arm around a trim waist and pulls her against her chest the way she did earlier.

"Phew…" Mel whispers.

She lifts her head just enough to look at Sevika and send her a grateful smile.

"Thank you, darling. You're incredible."

A pair of gray eyes twinkle in return.

"Anything for you, my love."

It is warm, inviting, and the better part of society cannot get enough of it. Its heady scent can be one of the basest yet absolutely divine needs where people cannot get enough of it once they have a taste.

At the moment unfortunately, such sentiments do not extend to Mel and her situation. Pulling that card with kind eyes and a smile was enough to sweet talk the manager into giving her this part time job, but the hours and days on end of being unable to escape the yeasty bread smell infiltrating her lungs tugged at her in the most offensive of ways.

At least she has a job, she reminds herself.

At least this place was able to discount her rent in exchange for her part time work. Even more was the manager okay with Mel housing her pet cat, Sir Mittens, a stray she found in the previous fall semester.

At least she has a scholarship for her university studies and taking out a daunting amount of money in student loans was an avoidable situation, despite the circumstances.

But by the gods, is the throbbing behind her right eye horrid.

Whether the headache striking inside Mel's brain at her temple is her reaching her demise in hitting her limit on huffing bread or the lingering handover is anyone's best guess.

The queasiness churning in her gut, however, is undoubtedly thanks to the extra shot she took last night.

Normally she is not one for hangovers, considering herself immune to the affliction. Something in that citrus splash apparently held a strength beyond her knowledge.

Silently, she curses Elora, hating her, but loving her friend all the same. After all, a birthday only comes around once a year. Who was she to turn down going all out with someone she holds too close to call a best friend. For all intents and purposes, Elora is a sister to Mel in all but blood.

Mel swiftly moves down the resident-only accessible staircase and steadies herself holding onto the push handle for the door.

Morning shift on a weekend after a celebration felt too cruel a fate set upon her. The clock reads 7:00AM on the dot. Present Mel scolds past Mel for accepting a full shift the day after going out.

She'll survive, regardless.

She always does.