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“And what if I did… that?” Maya asks in a teasing voice as she snaps three of her buttons open, exposing her full cleavage supported by a red, lacy bra that she had chosen this morning.
Carina’s eyes widen as she pulls her phone closer to her face. “You are a very mean fire captain, you know that?”
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Carina drums her fingers impatiently, refreshing her messages for what seems like the fourth time in a minute.
“Rapid antigen swab my ass,” she mumbles in Italian, biting the inside of her lower lip. She desperately needs the results of the COVID-19 tests that she and Maya had taken to come back negative. She hasn’t had her hands wandering Maya’s body in three weeks. She hasn’t heard those delicious, high pitched moans in three goddamn weeks. She feels like she has been deprived of giving, and it’s slowly driving her to madness.
A new message pops up and she jolts in her seat, only to let out a sigh of frustration.
‘Anything?’
‘Not yet, bambina :(’
As soon as they swabbed each other, Carina had responsibly removed herself from her girlfriend’s office before they broke all sorts of rules by mounting each other then and there. After running some errands, she had personally hand-delivered the specimens to Schmitt and asked him to run them, like, yesterday. The resident had been nosy – who are the patients? Why do they need to be rushed? Are they sick? Symptomatic? Oh, no, were they her family?
It wasn’t until Carina had deadpanned, ‘It’s mine and Maya’s. I haven’t touched her in three weeks,’ that he went tomato-red in the face and scurried off in the direction of the labs.
To be fair, it had only been ten or so minutes since that had happened. Give it the necessary fifteen minutes before you go barging in, she tells herself. Carina stands, her impatient nature getting the best of her, and tries not to cuss out loud. Not that it would matter, since no one around her immediate vicinity speaks Italian – or so she hopes.
Heavy panting noises cause her to spin on her heels, and –
“No… network… underground,” Schmitt manages, referring to the hospital’s labs that were located two floors beneath the first.
Carina looks at him and raises her eyebrow.
“Ne-gah-tive,” he says in between heavy breaths, avoiding eye contact. To anyone else, Schmitt is red in the face because of the mini marathon he just ran, but his reluctance to look Carina in the eye lets her know otherwise.
“Both of us?”
“Yes!”
Carina feels an instant weight drop from her shoulders. “Grazie!” she calls as she half walks, half runs out the hospital doors.
‘We’re cleared, bambina,’ she texts as she starts the ignition of her Porsche.
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Maya hasn’t replied by the time Carina is standing outside her – soon to be their – apartment. She frowns as she double checks her messages – Maya should have finished her shift some time ago.
Knocking softly, “Maya?”
No reply.
Maybe she’s asleep, or in the shower, Carina tells herself as she tries the door. To her surprise, it’s unlocked. This isn’t like Maya – after all, she is a first responder who has witnessed one too many house-invasions gone wrong. She looks around the open floorplan, but nothing indicates that Maya is home. She can’t hear the shower running either.
Disappointment rising in her chest, Carina looks around one more time (as if that would make Maya magically appear), before quietly trying the bedroom, not wanting to disrupt Maya’s rest if she was indeed asleep.
Her stomach drops.
She’s not sleeping.
Maya, wearing nothing but an oversized long sleeve, is perched up by some pillows against the headboard with two fingers deep inside herself.
“Fuck,” Maya whispers breathily, head thrown back, eyes still closed. If she knows that Carina is watching, she doesn’t acknowledge it.
Carina, speechless, fails to pull her eyes away. She has always appreciated the beauty of women, especially when they were coming undone, but that is an understatement in describing Maya. She is carved like a Greek goddess – the prominent tone of her muscles; the fullness of her breasts and ass. It’s an image that never fails to light a fire in the pit of Carina’s stomach.
“Maya,” she says in a low breath.
Blue eyes snap open as she slightly jolts. Okay, so maybe Maya wasn’t aware of the intrusion.
“Hi.” There’s a shyness to her raspy voice. A coy smile. She looks at Carina though hooded eyes and pulls her fingers out of herself, slowly, as if to put on a show for her dumbstruck girlfriend.
Even from where she stands, the wetness on Maya’s fingers is painfully visible to Carina. She follows them with her eyes and lets out a small gasp when they stop just shy of Maya’s lips.
Maya waits until they lock eyes. Taking her time, she takes her fingers into her mouth, letting out a soft sigh.
Carina doesn’t dare blink. She can’t miss a single split second of this. She needs to remember every frame, every muscle movement, and imprint it into her memories.
Maya takes her fingers in up to her knuckles before slowly pulling them out, humming and wiping her lower lip with her middle finger in a seductive manner that she has mastered.
It’s almost a reflex – Carina doesn’t know she’s moving until she’s inches away from Maya’s face, holding her chin and staring at her mouth. She hungrily leans in and Maya reciprocates with an equal desire, slipping her tongue into Carina’s mouth who gratefully accepts.
Maya pulls away, still hovering close to the doctor’s lips. “How do I taste?” she asks, a small smirk framing her face.
Carina grunts. “Così fottutamente buono,” she whispers into Maya’s space, tongue darting out to trace her bottom lip. “So fucking good.”
“Mm.” Her eyes briefly meet Carina’s before she smugly asks, “Are you going to fuck me?”
Carina doesn't know whether she wants to smack the audacity out of her or make her forget her own name.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” she finally settles for, giving Maya another long, deep kiss before reluctantly removing herself from within reach of her girlfriend. She slips to the bathroom and freshens up.
The moans coming from the bedroom cause Carina’s eyes to momentarily close and roll back. Maya has quite the vocals on her and knows how to use it to her advantage.
Carina re-emerges – still fully clothed – and leans her long physique against the doorframe of the bathroom. Maya’s legs are spread indecently wide and she’s touching herself softly, fingers running her wetness up and down her slit.
“I thought I asked you not to do that,” Carina says in a dangerous tone.
“It’s been three weeks,” Maya whines, “I haven’t been fucked in three weeks.”
“I don’t care,” Carina replies, punctuating each word and cocking her head, a frown on her forehead.
Maya knows that she’s testing Carina, but it’s been too long since she’s had the chance to backchat a little, so she runs with it. “What’re you going to do about it?”
Carina walks slowly to the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on Maya.
“So first you decide to tease me this morning in your underwear,” she starts, raising an eyebrow, “and now you’re adding to that by doing something I asked you not to, hm?”
The bed dips under Carina’s weight, her knees making soft imprints in the fresh sheets. Kneeling in between Maya’s spread legs, Carina caresses her cheek softly before taking her chin firmly in her hand. “Playing a dangerous game, bella.”
Maya whimpers. She bites her lip, her pupils darting between Carina’s lust-filled eyes and her full lips. “Did you miss me?” she asks in a small voice.
There’s something about Maya’s tone that nags at Carina’s chest. Did you find time to regret giving me another chance? is what is said silently with her eyes, her body language. Carina’s heart breaks a little. She knows that there is a long way to go before she will find it in her to forget, but she has already forgiven, and she needs Maya to know it.
“Si,” she replies. “I’ve missed you so much,” she mumbles into Maya’s lips before slowly kissing her.
“Really?” comes that small voice again.
“Let me show you,” Carina reassures, caressing Maya’s cheeks. The complete shift in dynamic in the last minute has left her a little stumped, but she can see that Maya desperately needs this. To be reassured. To be told that she isn’t a bad person. To be shown how loved she is by Carina. “Shift down.”
Carina gently guides Maya to move down a little before she takes her old spot. She leans back against the pillows and pulls Maya, who is sitting between Carina’s legs with her back to Carina’s front, flush against her.
She leaves a trail of wet kisses starting from Maya’s shoulder all the way to the nape of her neck. “Bellissima,” she whispers, nudging Maya’s neck with her nose and inhaling deeply. A scent of familiarity washes through Carina’s senses.
Maya whimpers. “I love you,” she says quietly, closing her eyes and dropping her head to the side to offer more space. More skin. Carina listens in between the lines again. Do you love me?
“Ti amo,” Carina reciprocates, softly biting the exposed flesh. She hears Maya let out a breath, and she wonders if it is one of pleasure or relief. Carina makes her mind up – she’s going to ensure that the next sound that comes out of Maya is distinct.
She runs her fingers down Maya’s sides with a pressure that is barely present, and she can feel the emerging goosebumps.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, lips, tongue and teeth still doing what they do best, gently assaulting Maya’s neck. “So sexy. Perfetta.”
Although Carina can feel Maya’s chest cavity expand as she begins her praise, she still feels so small wrapped up in her like this. It’s gone from a teasing-punishing mood to something much softer; something resembling a built up well of emotions.
Maya places her hands over Carina’s and slowly guides them to her breasts. Carina is surprised to find the presence of the red, lacy bra from this morning, but she nonetheless gives them a soft squeeze. She feels Maya’s breath hitch even over the layer of material.
“Do you like that?” she whispers, nibbling Maya’s earlobe.
“You know I do,” comes Maya’s reply, breathy and in a sigh. Maya is always so responsive whenever Carina fondles her breasts, and it’s a win-win for them both given Carina’s obsession with them.
“Can you take it off for me?” Carina asks softly, one hand travelling up to wrap around Maya’s neck, tipping her head back to give herself a bigger canvas to work on.
Maya complies silently. She reaches back and unclasps her bra and tries to shimmy it off without removing her oversized top. Carina’s hands find their way back down and she feels the immediate reaction from Maya when her palms graze her nipples.
“Yes,” Maya moans quietly, her head flimsily dropping back.
“You’re so good, Maya,” Carina starts, continuing the attack on her neck, a wet kiss here, a soft bite there. “You’re always so responsive to my touch. Look how hard they are.” She takes them between her thumb and index finger and gives them a light tug. Maya’s hips jerk up in response.
“Carina,” Maya whimpers. “Touch me, please?”
“Mhm,” Carina mumbles, leaving a wet trail up Maya’s neck as her fingers alternate between rolling and tugging. One of her hands travels down to Maya’s inner thigh, drawing light, nonsensical patterns on the soft skin. It’s nowhere near where Maya wants her to be, but the anticipation sends a shiver down her spine.
Maya turns her head to the side and tangles her hand in Carina’s hair, pulling her closer for a kiss. Carina slips her tongue into Maya’s mouth, and she thinks she can still taste the remnants of Maya from the stunt she pulled earlier. While their mouths are occupied, Carina seizes the chance and teases Maya’s entrance, her fingers mimicking the slow, lazy strokes that Maya was doing earlier. She slowly pushes two fingers in and is met with minimal resistance. Her girlfriend is slick, and Carina salivates a little at missing out on an opportunity to taste.
Maya clenches softly around her digits. “Fuck, Carina, yes.”
“You’re so wet,” Carina praises, locking brown with blue.
“It’s all for you,” Maya whimpers, a frown of pleasure drawn between her eyebrows. It’s only for you.
“Yes, bambina, all for me. Only for me, I know,” whispers Carina, staring into Maya’s sex-driven pupils.
A thin layer of moisture covers the beautiful blue-black orbs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chants, over and over again in a barely audible, broken voice.
“No, no, no, shh,” Carina coos, keeping her gaze. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
A single tear rolls down Maya’s cheek as she exhales, mouth agape.
“Another?” Carina whispers, keeping her rhythm while placing soft kisses on Maya’s neck, shoulder, back…
“Please,” Maya begs, and if it comes out as more of a sob, she doesn’t notice. She inhales sharply and grips Carina’s clothed thigh as she feels herself stretch to accommodate the addition.
“You feel so good around my fingers, bambina,” Carina mumbles, her free hand gripping Maya’s breast, the stiff peak beneath her palm giving her all the indication she needs to know that Maya is still turned on, that this is what she needs.
Maya’s hips start a rhythm in line with Carina’s fingers, jerking down to meet every upthrust. Her back is drawn in a beautiful arc, and the angle allows for Carina’s fingers to hit the perfect, spongy spot that will draw an intense response.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Maya repeats like it’s a mantra, voice barely above a whisper, some words drowning out, others emphasised at random when Carina’s fingers hit – god, that delicious spot.
“I know,” Carina reassures once more, burying her face in Maya’s hair. “I love you, and I’ve forgiven you,” she whispers, punctuating each word with a kiss, a thrust. She feels Maya’s body shudder, but not from an orgasm. A different kind of release – one of regret and remorse, but also relief. Relief that she’s hearing those words directly from Carina’s lips.
“I –” Maya starts, but is cut off by a hoarse moan. “Can I… can I –”
“Touch yourself for me, bambina.” As if she had been waiting for permission, Maya’s hand is on her clit before Carina has even finished her sentence.
Maya is close. Her hips are moving on their own accord, jerking up every time there’s a particularly hard thrust, or when her own fingers graze over her sensitive bundle of nerves a little too roughly.
“Am I –” she tries, and Carina can hear the doubt in her voice. “Am I –...”
“Are you what, bella?” she encourages, biting down particularly hard on the spot that she knows drives Maya crazy. An incentive, if you will.
“Am I doing good?” Maya spits out, rushing her words.
Carina smiles, knowing that she has succeeded in drawing those words out of her girlfriend. She decides to use Maya’s needs to her advantage. “Yes, bambina, you’re being so good for me, doing so good for me. Look how fast your fingers are moving against yourself.”
The reaction is immediate. Maya emits an estranged moan – the pitch is high and it’s a hybrid in between a whimper and a scream. Her own fingers speed up against her clit, and simultaneously, Carina feels an additional pool of wetness around her fingers.
“You’re so good,” Carina whispers in between peppering any exposed skin with kisses and bites. “So good for me.”
Maya lets out a shallow breath and wraps her free hand around Carina’s hand that is on her breast and guides it to her neck.
Another change in dynamic.
“Choke me?” she whimpers, looking at Carina through the side of her eyes.
“You always ask for what you want, you’re so fucking good,” Carina encourages, abiding by Maya’s wishes. She bites down on her neck, hard, before skilfully wrapping her long, slender fingers around Maya’s neck and squeezing at her pulse points.
“Ngh,” Maya moans, head thrown back, feeling the immediate build of pressure in her temple. It’s almost similar to the pressure in her lower core, and she feels dizzy from her senses being on fire. “Carina.”
“Si, bambina, si, I’m right here,” Carina reassures. Her wrist is cramping from the force it’s exerting at the awkward angle, but it’s the least of her worries.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” Maya mumbles, the pulse in her head hammering in sync with the one lower down. Carina doesn’t think she can stop even if she wanted to. Her girlfriend falling apart – coming undone – in her arms this way is fuelling her just as much; she needs it just as much as Maya does.
“I’m gonna – I –… Can I –” Maya’s legs are trembling, her hips wreaking havoc. Carina wraps her legs around Maya’s in an attempt to keep them apart, keep them stable.
“Yes, Maya, you’ve been so good. Come for me.” Carina tightens her grip around Maya’s neck and guides her head to lock eyes.
“Carina, Carina, fuck.” Maya’s mouth falls open in a silent moan and her body goes rigid, her back in an arch that only helps Carina’s hold on her throat.
“You’re so good, you’re so good, you’re so good,” Carina chants in her ear, voice barely above a whisper. Maya’s body responds by trembling violently, and Carina feels a gush of warm wetness on her hand just before her next upthrust that sends a jolt of arousal straight through her already turned-on body.
She helps Maya come down from her high, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, one hand busying itself on Maya’s breast. She gives her a minute to recover from the sensory overload. She’s going to need it.
“Baby,” Maya mumbles, the waves of aftershock still causing her muscles to twitch at random.
“You see that, bambina?” Carina asks, gesturing at the large patch of wetness that had formed sometime between the build-up to and the end of Maya’s release. She can feel Maya blush with her entire being. “I want to see more,” Carina demands.
She pulls her fingers out of her slowly and spreads the wetness up to her clit. Maya’s body jolts in response.
“Carina,” Maya whines, half-heartedly trying to close her legs. “I’m so sensitive.”
“You can take it,” Carina husks, tracing the shell of Maya’s ear with her tongue. “Si?”
Maya moans. “I – I can? I – mhm, I can,” she whimpers, dropping her head backward to rest on Carina’s shoulder.
“Good, bella, good. Now you’re going to come for me again.”
“Fuck,” Maya groans, feeling her body reacting to the words. She’s gone from just coming down from a toe-curling orgasm to desperately turned on again in about point five seconds.
Maya has never enjoyed dirty talk – not with other women, and especially not with men. But the way Carina speaks to her in bed is different. She uses power sentences – always a statement of what is going to happen next, as if stating facts. And god, Maya always knew she enjoyed receiving, but receiving whilst being out of control? It drives her crazy. It’s a fact that she wasn’t aware of until she met Carina. She remembers the second time that they slept together – it was after the ‘I’m not in the habit of fixing broken people’ incident, and sweet Carina, already realising the depth that was Maya’s past, had carefully watched for body cues before she had asked her to trust her; to give up control for her. Maya had never come as hard as she had that night.
“I want to feel your body against mine,” Carina says in a low tone. Maya nods, hurriedly discarding her top whilst Carina does the same. She moans when they come skin-to-skin, relishing in the pureness, the connection.
“Carina,” Maya whines.
“How do you want it?” Carina asks breathily, eyes closed against Maya’s head, her fingers drawing lazy strokes up and down Maya’s cunt.
Maya’s breath hitches as she tries to choke out a reply. “Inside. Please?”
“Brava ragazza,” she husks, her fingers teasing at her entrance once more. “Good girl.”
Maya lets out a soft gasp as Carina re-enters her with three digits. She’s still so slick and the immediate feeling of fullness makes her eyes roll back.
“Fuck. How does that feel so good every single time?” she moans, a smile of pleasure spread across her face. She tangles her hand in Carina’s hair.
“I was going to say the same,” Carina smirks, starting up a rhythm once more. “You always feel so tight around my fingers.”
They both feel Maya clench hard at those words.
“Carina,” she whimpers, “Hard, please?”
“You need it hard, bella, even after you’ve just had an orgasm?” Carina teases, biting Maya’s earlobe.
Mayas face burns at the words, the light tone of humiliation doing wonders for the slow bubbling of pleasure that was building in her abdomen.
“It’s not my fault you fuck me so good,” she cheekily remarks, but ends with a high-pitched gasp when Carina drives into her, hard, and curls her fingers just the right way.
“I take pride in it,” Carina whispers, her free hand travelling to leave scratch marks down Maya’s pale thighs.
The euphoric feeling of having Carina inside her as well as leaving angry red marks down her thigh causes Maya’s body to kickstart into desperation mode once again.
“Fuck.” She tightens her grip in Carina’s hair and earns a low moan from the Italian. “I need more.”
“My insatiable girl,” comes her reply, and Maya can hear the smirking, condescending tone. It only fuels her need to be fucked harder.
“Please? Please, Carina –… God, you fuck me so – Fuck!” She lets out a sharp groan at the addition of a fourth. The stretch she feels is so good and the slight bit of pain she feels is delicious.
“Look,” Carina whispers in her ear, making Maya reluctantly open her eyes from the pleasure cave she has trapped herself in. “Look how open your cunt is for me. Taking so many of my fingers, such a greedy girl.”
Usually, they don’t go much further than three fingers, and usually, they use the aid of lubrication if they were going to be size snobs in terms of the strap they chose. But Maya is so wet that she can feel herself opening with no hesitation, with hardly any resistance. Every time Carina pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back into her, she can hear how desperate, how slick she is; how good she feels.
Maya is so caught up in her pleasure that she's thrown off guard when Carina pulls out, cussing out loud at the sudden loss of fullness she feels. “No!”
“Patience, bambina. I need to switch positions,” Carina explains with a grin. “As much as I love seeing you like this, my hand cannot move in certain ways.”
Maya frowns and huffs, letting out a whine.
Carina laughs a little whilst shuffling their bodies so that Maya is left alone, perched against the pillows once more. She leaves a trail of lazy, wet kisses as she moves down Maya’s body and takes her time to explore the perfect tones. She hums as she tastes Maya at her inner thighs.
“Mm,” she moans, eyes closing; a light frown painted across her forehead in appreciation. “So good.”
“Carina,” Maya whines, tangling her fingers in Carina’s hair in an attempt to push her towards where she desperately needed her. “I need you in me.”
“You’ve had your fun,” Carina teases, “Let me have mine.”
She takes her time slowly exploring the remnants of Maya’s first orgasm with her tongue. Maya is whimpering and letting out little sighs of frustration, but they only make Carina want to draw them out further.
“Fingers. Now.” Maya, having finally had enough, says in a trembling voice.
“Feisty,” Carina retorts with a wink. “Just how I like it.”
With that, she slips back into Maya, not giving her a chance to adjust to the sudden fullness – not that she needs it, given how enthusiastically she responds. At this new angle, Carina is able to drive her fingers with more force and more precision in reaching her target.
As Carina builds her rhythm once more, Maya feels like an explosion is building up in her belly. She desperately needs her release, but she feels… incomplete.
“Fuck, Carina,” she whines, legs spread wide open, the muscles in her inner thighs trembling. All she can hear is the rush of blood pounding in her head and the wet, slick noises that occur every time Carina thrusts into her.
“Bella, you’re so wet, dio, I –” Carina mutters into her clit, trying to keep her oral rhythm up to her thrusts.
“Carina, I –” Maya doesn’t know what she’s missing. She’s so, so damn close to crossing the edge but she can’t seem to get there. “I… I need more.”
Carina’s thrusts momentarily slow down. “More?” she asks in a curious voice. “Bambina, I have four –... Do you want the strap?”
“No, God, Carina, more, please,” Maya pants, not knowing whether a comprehensive sentence was leaving her lips.
She must have been somewhat successful, as Carina stops asking questions. She sits up and perches herself on one elbow; the other being attached to the hand that was occupied.
She starts slow, pulling out her fingers nearly all the way before fucking into her again up to the knuckles. Maya moans and whether it’s a cross between a strangled groan or a desperate cry, she’s not sure.
“Breathe in,” Carina husks, biting the sensitive skin on Maya’s inner thighs. “Breathe in, bella.”
Maya tries, she really does, but it's breathy and happens in short intervals interrupted by harsh gasps.
“Good, you’re doing good,” comes Carina’s affirmation. “Breathe in.”
Carina watches her girlfriend with a deadly focus. On her next inhalation, Carina tucks in her thumb and presses until her knuckles slip in.
“Oh my god, Carina –” Maya manages, albeit not very coherently, the new indescribably full feeling rendering her brain temporarily out of order.
She’s taking Carina’s hand. Her entire fucking hand, up to the wrist.
The previous feeling of being incomplete is long forgotten, and Maya doesn’t know whether her body feels hot from the build-up or from the embarrassment of such a dirty deed feeling so fucking good.
Her voice comes out hoarse and croaky, and she herself can’t comprehend what she’s saying.
“Breathe, bambina, breathe,” Carina reminds her, slowly turning her fist.
Maya feels like she’s about to pass out. The sensation is overwhelming – in the best way, she thinks – and her senses are going into overdrive. She feels Carina start to move around inside her, slowly, little by little, and her build up is about to come crashing down on her like a heavy tide.
She can feel herself stretched open to the brim, and the tiny part of her brain that is still somewhat functioning understands that Carina’s entire fucking fist is inside of her. She feels herself clench hard around Carina’s – god, her fist, before her hearing goes fuzzy, vision, white, and it’s the last thing she remembers.
When Maya returns to her senses, the first thing she notes is how sore and hoarse her throat feels. She must have gone out with a bang. The second thing she realises is that she’s been tucked in on the edge of the bed and the sheets have been changed.
“Carina?” she manages to croak.
“Si, bambina, just a second!” comes a muffled reply from the bathroom.
She emerges a moment later dressed in a comfortable t-shirt and no bottoms.
“Hi,” she whispers, giving Maya a beautiful smile.
“Hi,” Maya tries to whisper back, but only her mouth moves. She clears her throat.
“How are you feeling, bella?” Carina asks, climbing into the bed and pulling Maya onto her.
“I… I didn’t know I could feel like this,” Maya mumbles, a tad bit of shyness to her tone. The events of their prior activities come rushing back to her and she can’t help but blush.
“In a good way?” Carina asks, wrapping her arms around a floppy Maya.
“Mhm… so good,” she replies, eyes heavy, her body aching in places she didn’t know she could ache. “How long was I out?”
“Well,” Carina starts, a smile audible in her voice. “Clearly you had an out-of-body experience, because we’re probably going to get a noise complaint before I even officially move in.”
Well. That explains why her throat was hoarse.
“You sort of looked like you had passed out, so I got up, cleaned you up a little, changed the sheets, and here we are,” she murmurs into Maya’s temple, leaving a soft kiss.
“Ugh,” Maya groans, burying her face into Carina’s shirt. She was embarrassed of, well, everything.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Carina gently coaxes her out of her hiding spot.
“I’m so embarrassed, I don’t even know what-”
“No, Maya, no. That was like, the sexiest thing ever,” Carina cuts her off and grins, letting out a small laugh.
“Oh, really?” Maya asks, the bounce in her voice indicating that she was slowly returning to her full self.
“Si. I can’t believe we’ve never done that before.”
“Well. You’re moving in now, so we’ll have plenty of opportunities,” Maya teases, but at the base of her body she feels herself lightly react to the implications of the words.
“Indeed, we will!” Carina replies, intertwining their fingers and placing another kiss to Maya’s head.
“Thank you,” Maya mutters softly, the emotions suddenly coming back up again.
“For what?” Carina asks, a perplexed expression on her face.
“For everything. For being so kind. For being so good. For loving me.” For taking me back.
Carina guides Maya’s chin, forcing her to lock eyes. “I love you, Maya, and I’m not going anywhere,” she reassures one last time, sealing her promise with a chaste kiss to her lips.
As painful as self-forgiveness is, Maya knows that one day, she will be able to get there with a partner like Carina by her side. It wouldn’t be easy, and of course they would have ups and downs in their relationship, but Maya has a feeling that this one – this relationship – is one for the books; the one that will go down in the history of her life.