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This was all a delightful evening. Bradley had successfully cornered Maggie Brener, which for now would do for preventing Alex from being canceled and keep TMS going to shit with scandal. But regardless of all that Bradley did care with her partner and, most of all, had a serious commitment to her profession. Not with the single intent of being successful but being respected for what she does as a journalist and for bringing the light for those who had their voices commonly silenced by the media. She believed in evolvement. Maybe she hadn't before, but certainly did now. Hal could become a better person if he so wished. Alex could improve her character, and not be fucking defined by a reckless 10-year version of herself. People are entitled to change, and they must be validated and given that one chance of redemption.
Not only did Bradley rely on it, but was upon this philosophy for the last months, otherwise, she wouldn't have been strong enough to even get over her first time on TMS as an anchor, she wouldn't have been able to give another meaning to Alex's fling on nominating her as her TV partner and accepting her shoes like a great capable professional she was, or handling being outted as bi-lesbian type. With everything going on and other scandals on the scope, her relationship was safe for now, and it felt nice, for once, to have someone and allow herself to peel layers she never thought she could get rid of.
And there she was, feeling as lucky and joyful as possible, with a stunning black-haired goddess sitting by the sofa across from her, who not only pleased Bradley in many delectable ways but praised her for who she was. Laura was glowing from her previous orgasms. She was ethereal. Bradley was convinced she was from another world. It felt so good to just be in her presence, talking about nothing and everything after a heated makeout session in Bradley's hotel bedroom, interrupted only by their brief exhaustion, thirst for wine, and hunger for food.
Bradley felt happy and wholesome, which weren't common feelings altogether in her life but it felt good to feel that, it was addictive and she couldn't get enough of it. She was surprised to realize she wanted the whole package with Laura, going out together, going public because fuck the repercussions. Bradley wanted to take what was hers, she wanted to live her life for who she was. She was vulnerable and as hard as it was to come to terms with it, she was trying to muster her feelings to let it all out. That's why she sensed a change of tone as Laura shifted and put her glass away, as she was ready to change the subject for something so serious she couldn't be holding anything to focus entirely on a planned speech, and it left Bradley unsettled.
"You know, with my heart condition and COVID, I'm gonna go to my place in Montana for a month or two, whenever this is over" Laura uttered. There was no easy or right way to say this, Bradley couldn't know how difficult it was and how many times Laura thought about how to say this.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sure. That makes sense" Her reply was honest, almost instant. As sad as it was she knew COVID would blow soon and Laura was at risk, but it didn't make it hurt any less. The thought of not having Laura around, not being able to see her, to touch her, kiss her... it was haunting. God, it hurt, and before Bradley could control it her face was limned by sadness.
"But I'm gonna miss you. A lot" Laura tried as if to not deliver the wrong message. "You should think about coming out to stay with me." It was unfortunate that all of this was happening but Laura had thought of ways in which she could imply her feelings. It was too soon. But Bradley had grown on her in such unimaginable ways that she couldn't imagine a life being apart from her. It was unusual for Laura to sense loneliness as a burden like this. Montana was amazing, the ranch was incredible and she always had a good time out there. She had to brace that two months was a lot, and there was no problem in admitting that before, but now it seemed kind of impossible to stay away from the city. Hell, away from Bradley.
"But I'm on TV five days a week," Bradley said with the slighest disbelief. There didn't seem to be a way they could make it work.
"So give it up. For me" Laura said. "I don't like it when my woman works" She pressed. Fuck. Maybe it was the wrong time but at least she was joking. But was she?
"Are you serious?" she bit on it even though she sounded a little bit on the edge.
"No, I'm not serious" Laura laughed. "I have a little studio on the ranch." She didn't say it but she had planned it all because she was one step ahead bracing the upcoming chaos with UBA setting up studios on their employee's homes, there was no way, after all, the network wouldn't be interested in profiting over the news blast, their business couldn't stop ever.
"No. Not that. Am I your woman?" Oh shit. Was Bradley stressing over this part of Laura's statement? Seriously? Maybe it was the way she shrugged, not really believing she had asked that to Laura Fucking Peterson, or maybe tilted her head slightly as she was intensely looking at Laura with a little smile ghosting her face. Maybe it was the combination of all of it. Laura didn't know, but she did know she was a goner. She had undeniably fallen for Bradley and there was no choice now, no walking away from that.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie to you. You do scare me a little" Laura was insecure, that was new, but her affirmation was so honest and one Bradley wasn't expecting.
"Okay" Bradley beamed.
"But, yeah. Something like that" Laura smiled shyly. Had she just rambled out words over her excitement on telling Bradley how much she cared? Yes, and did it feel good to say it out loud, finally? Also yes.
She didn't have to wait longer for Bradley to precess it and lean in for a kiss, which she promptly did as well. There were no words needed, only the passion they found and felt through each other. This kiss felt different from the others they shared, Bradley poured her feelings on it. She wasn't good with words and sometimes not keen with expressing her peronal matters like Laura, which is an interesting twist for a journalist like her, who always knows her way around for not being cornered and speaking up. But it was delicious to let herself go when she had Laura like this. God, she had Laura. And Laura had her.
Before Bradley knew she was overcome with their kiss that went from tender to a heated fight for dominance, their tongues dancing ardently together. She held Laura closer by grabbing her hair. She felt Laura's hand decending to her hip, resting gently over the fabric of her clothes and then slowly untucking the bottom of the shirt and sneaking her hand to her side. She was too dressed in comparison to Laura's figure, covered only by a silk camisole, strong naked arms on show.
Laura's face was soon trapped in place by both Bradley's hands, being held gently at her lovers mercy. Bradley slightly retreated as she bit Laura's bottom lip, earning a delectable moan from the brunette. Bradley wasn't going to stop now and might as well indulge in their first couch fuck, which funny enough was supposed to happen in Las Vegas, if only they hadn't been interrupted by the room service bringing in 15 different types of food that didn't go together. Gladly tonight they had no interruptions, so she projected herself on top of Laura at the same time as she felt both her lover's hands cupping her butt, easing her on Laura's lap. They were so in sync that they moved in unisom, which just added to the arousal.
Laura was amused, she broke their kiss and smiled at Bradley "that's timing."
Bradley couldn't help but laugh too. She was happy. They were happy together. And they would be OK until they had each other, that was for sure. So she just let her gaze sink into Laura's glistening dark eyes and right then they knew just how much was at stake for both, and how overcome with love they were. "Shut up and kiss me" Bradley breathed out. And Laura did, she kissed her with every ounce of passion as her hands squeezed Bradley close to her.
Soon, Laura reached for Bradley's front and began to undo the buttons of her shirt. She peppered Bradley's neck with kisses, and then she went to her naked chest. Bradley's head tilted back as she couldn't help but moan at how obscenely delicious Laura's lips caressed her skin, her shirt was finally opened by Laura's skilled fingers at work. Bradley let the garment fall from her shoulders onto the floor and felt Laura trying to get rid of her bra now, which quickly ended up on the ground as well.
"Now who's overdressed" Bradley stated as she gave Laura a smirk.
Laura leaned in close to Bradley's left ear "if you behave I just might let you undress me too" Laura whispered sensually and held back a chuckle at the effect it had on Bradley, who let out a moan. Laura cupped her breasts gently and began playing with her nipples, rolling them with the slightest pressure, enough to leave Bradley wanting more.
"Is it so pleasurable to tease me?" Bradley sighed exasperatedly.
"Immensely. You just have to tell me what you want, honey" Laura kissed her. It took a minute until Bradley responded she needed Laura's mouth on her, and Laura complied as she made her way to Bradley's perky nipples. She saw stars as Laura's tongue caressed so devilishly one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Laura knew that and gave the same attention to both breasts, she took her time slowly biting and sucking each nipple and was rewarded by the feeling of Bradley's hands tangled in her hair holding her impossibly closer.
Laura went to open Bradley's jeans and found her lover wearing black lace underwear, it was probably matching with the bra long discarded, such a shame the set would be ruined, Laura knew how wet and ready Bradley was and she skillfully sneaked a finger on top of the fabric as if she was trying to prove a point. Bradley was panting already but pulled Laura in for a kiss.
"You're soaking wet," Laura said matter of factly between kisses.
"And what are you gonna do about it, Ms. Peterson?" Bradley challenged her, and she just knew how she had power over Laura, so she bit her lip and then continued "will you let me ride you, please?" she teased.
"Such a good girl" Laura adjusted her hand with her palm up to fit comfortably inside Bradley's trousers, that would have to do because there was no way they were parting to undress completely. Her fingers traced the side of Bradley's underwear and found her hot center. They rested their foreheads together and Laura had an amazing view of Bradley's flushed state, she saw her closing her eyes and letting out a heavy breath as she found her sensitive bud. Laura coated her finger with Bradley's wetness and started to gently circle her clit.
"Oh God, Laur-" She wasn't able to think anymore, all she wanted and needed was Laura. "Inside" Bradley pleaded.
Laura slipped her middle finger in and watched Bradley slowly build a rhythm in her lap, it was hot. Overwhelmingly so. "Yes" She heard Bradley saying and she leaned in to capture Laura's lips for a passionate kiss. She was barely doing any effort since Bradley started riding her out like a starved woman.
"More" Bradley breathed out. And Laura didn't need to be told twice, she added another finger. Bradley was enthusiastic in bed, by far the best match Laura ever had and it was amazing how they pleased each other, that just as Bradley had pleased her mere hours before, she was able to do the same now. It was marvelous to come undone together and get lost in one another, that's what was so profound about them, their ability to shut down the world and find solace in so many aspects of being together.
They were the missing part of each other when they both thought they didn't need anything else. They are both complete and independent successful women, but there is something to be said about finding the perfect match, a company that will add to life, that will help you see things differently, and face reality with true intentions. Laura was that. She got Bradley, she understood her reasons and was compelled by her being and was surprised to realize she didn't want to live without the chaos that came along with Bradley's personality. She didn't know what would happen shortly and right now it didn't matter, because Bradley was ridding her and getting wetter by the minute, she was almost collapsing and Laura could feel her walls tensing, and all that mattered was making Bradley come undone.
Laura helped Bradley out by pressing her fingers and meeting her tempo, up and down. "Ahhh, fuck, I'm gonna come" Bradley moaned and Laura let her fingers sink into her as her orgasm took over. Laura kissed her neck and waited until she came down from her high. She retreated her hand and held Bradley close. For moments they only heard each other's breath pitching and nothing was missing in their embrace.
"I love you," Bradley said, she let go and looked at Laura attentively. She wasn't expecting to hear it back, but she needed to let her know that no matter what happened she was more than a mentor, a friend, or even a confidant to her. Their gaze was locked and Laura couldn't help but let an amazed smile grace her features, she cupped Bradley's jaw with her hand.
"I love you too" Laura replied and leaned in for a tender kiss. There, they had everything and all was fine for now.
"Now, can I take your clothes off?" Bradley grinned, and they just knew they would have another short night of sleep.