She pulls away from the kiss, making apparent the damage you’ve wrought on her lipstick. There’s no mirror handy, but you assume your face is in a similar condition. She looks ridiculous, but somehow that just makes her even hotter to you. You lean back in to kiss her, but she stops you. You hear her mumble something.
“What is it?” you say.
She repeats it, but it’s still barely audible.
“Babe?”
It sounded like she was saying “be glad,” but the words are garbled in the air.
She looks at you. God, her eyes were like deep wells, dark and cool and full of life-giving water. You drink them in, as if you’ve never tasted such sweetness before.
Finally, you hear her. The words punch through the moment, yanking you up into a whirling panic like a fish hoisted from a pond by a ruthless angler.
“Ye gods! Your makeup’s ruined!”
Your eyes remain locked on hers. An unseen tether is taut between you, the bond indestructible. Her gaze is demanding, comforting, hostile… hypnotic. You see her hands moving towards you in your periphery.
“But what if…” she says, placing one of her hands low on your hip.
“…I were to caress your thigh…” she says, moving her hand from your hip to your inner thigh. You feel a shiver all over, electric and exciting. You don’t look away.
“…and gently hold your breast?” she says, bringing her other up to your neck. She lets it glide across your collarbone, down your sternum, and away to its destination. It rests delicately against your bosom. Her touch is soft through your bra. You need more, but you know her wretched sacrament needs to be completed.
You feel an overwhelming magnetism. It is washed away by anxious anticipation, the waves frothing and turbulent. You know what comes next.
“Ohoho,” she says, leaning close. So close, but just out of reach. She won’t let you touch her. Not yet. You feel her breath against your cheek and yearn for her warmth to fill your mouth.
“Delightfully devilish, Esther,” she says.
It’s over. You feel any remaining sense of self melt away. You are hers in this moment, but rather than run, you lean into it, falling softly. Excitement and passion blossom in you as your two forms become as one.