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“What’s wrong?” mumbled Carla, exhausted and grumpy at being woken up again.
“I can hear it buzzing!” Lisa’s anger fairly obvious even in the darkness of their room, “Carla, it’s not funny, I’m being eaten alive by the buzzy little bastards!”
“You should stop being so irresistible then!”
“Really? I’m scratching like I’ve got fleas, waking you up every half an hour, I’d have expected that you might have been a little bit more sympathetic! I’m rubbing myself against the wallpaper as is the only thing that takes the itch away! I’m demented, and I’m in court in the morning, in a suit, in this heat, and trying not to squirm because of these bloody bites! I can’t ask the judge for an adjournment so I can take ten minutes to scratch myself, can I!”
“You finished?” Carla softly replied, reaching over and putting her bedside lamp on. “Light’s better in the bathroom; come on, I’ll pop some more cream on,” paused Carla, making her way around their bed to meet Lisa by their vanity. “Have we got any of them bracelets things left that we got on holiday, might help?” inspiration deciding to strike at half one on a Tuesday morning.
“In my suitcase… In the airing cupboard, top shelf. Didn’t think I’d be needing them in Weatherfield.”
“I’ll ask Ryan to get it down. I’ll pick up some citronella diffusers an’ all. Come on, top off and let’s see the damage, hmm?” Carla remaining calm as she saw five fresh mossie bites across her partner’s shoulder; red, angry, and blistered. “Oh, lovey. They look sore, an’ it’s right where your bra strap goes an’ all.” The coolness of the cream causing Lisa to sharply inhale. “They actually look infected.”
“My skin feels like I’ve got fire ants crawling everywhere!”
“Thought you only got them wi’ sunburn or me...” smirked Carla.
“Oh, I get them with you alright! But right at this minute, rough sandpaper would be more satisfying! I’ve got no chance of getting some antibiotics between now and being in court,” whined Lisa.
“Yeah, you have.”
“How?”
“Get dressed. We’re going find a 24-hour pharmacy and get you sorted. Bring your warrant card.”
“It’s only mossie bites, don’t be daft.”
“Mossie bites that are infected and colonising you by the looks of it. You feel hot to touch with bouts of cold, clammy sweats, and feeling sick…”
“I don’t...”
“Work with me lovey…”
“Fine,” huffed Lisa.
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“I know this isn’t the right time, but there’s summat very sexy about you in grey trackies and a vest top.”
“I don’t feel very sexy covered in calamine lotion and infected bites.”
“Do you feel better, though?”
“Yeah, they aren’t as itchy. You can really see how far the infection has spread with the ones on my legs.”
“They really do love you, don’t they,” smiled Carla.
“Don’t laugh, but I’ve ordered one of them UV zapper things,” huffed Lisa. “I don’t think I can cope with another night like tonight, and it’s not fair on you.”
“I’m not laughing, I think it’s very sensible. Anyway, how come you weren’t like this on holiday?”
“I dunno, I’ve not changed anything I use. Hormonal, perhaps. Look, it’s nearly three, let’s try and get some sleep before I have to get up.”
“No arguments from me, love. Nudge me if you need some help to put the cream on.”
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‘Hey love, I’m leaving court now. Should be back in an hour. Don’t suppose you would help me put cream on my bites once I’ve had a shower. I’ve been stuck on the stand all day and want to wash that place off me.’
‘Just seen your message. On my way to rescue you from scratch your itch 😉.’ Carla chuckling to herself as she closed her laptop and grabbed her bag. “I’m off! Got a better offer,” she shouted to the stitchers, laughing at the oohs that followed. Damn right. It is exactly what you think, she thought. Kimono floating behind her like a possessed Maleficent as she speedwalked the short distance home. Dumping her bag on the sofa and making her way upstairs. She could hear the sound of the shower coming from their en suite, discarding her clothes as quickly as possible in the scorching and sticky June heatwave.
“Thought you we’re never coming…” smiled Lisa, biting her lip, eyes overwhelmed as she tried to look everywhere at once at the nakedness of her partner stepping in their shower.
“Almost didn’t, got stuck on a Teams calls with Bert and Ernie quibbling about 5000 metres of knicker elastic…”
“Sounds riveting.”
“Not half as much as scratching your itch…” cackled Carla. “Where would you like me to start?” her breathe ragged at the mere thought.
“How. About. Right. Here?” punctuated Lisa, pulling Carla towards her with arms settling around shoulders. Lips finally and desperately meeting. Water bouncing off their shoulders, gasping as they broke apart.
“Oh, fuck! Please.” growled Carla.
“Geez, you’re drenched!” observed Lisa as her fingers found slickness.
“Yeah, all day, thinking about scratching your itch will do that to me!”
“I’d better make sure you get some relief, hadn’t I?” said Lisa as she slipped another finger in. Revelling in the tightness she found. Her fingers curling as they found their home. Carla’s hips stilling as she maintained her rhythm, feeling spasms building, back arching and that’s when she felt the rush of hot liquid over her hand. “Oh, hello,” beamed Lisa, smugness clear in her voice she guided Carla against the wall, fingers gently thrusting as Carla rode out the aftershocks and twitches.
“Did I just...?” gasped Carla.
“You did,” grinned Lisa. “Could I have my fingers back..?”
“Hmm,” came Carla’s blissed out reply. “Kiss me.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’,”
“Dafty,” mumbled Carla between kisses. Her mind flashing back to their first time together and Lisa’s moans of delight as she nipped, sucked, and bit her way down and around her body. Back to the present and Lisa’s back was pressed against the cold tiles; arms braced against any surface that would provide leverage in response to her constant pressure.
“More,” breathed Lisa, crying out with pleasure as Carla complied, slumping as she climaxed, “Fuck.”
“We just have...” came Carla’s instant reply.
“Smart arse!”
“Sexy arse!”
“Idiot!” smiled Lisa.
“You feeling better?” asked Carla.
“Improving; might need more evidence to prove the matter beyond any doubt.”
“That can be arranged. How soon?”
“Tomorrow,” grinned Lisa, as she made as if she was stepping away.”
“Oh no you don’t. Get back in here, you!” Giggling like idiots, hands seeking touch, fingers curling with pleasure, backs pressed against walls, breaths heaving and gasping, sensations building in agony, murmuring each other’s name, interspersing with fucks, low moans, whimpers they came together and in their own ways. Lisa with a girly gasp and Carla with a low, deflating groan.
“Might need a minute.” Carla’s husky tones more pronounced than ever, as her hips gave another involuntary shudder, leaning on Lisa for support.
“You alright, there Bambi,” teased Lisa, failing to hide her grin.
“Quit with the smirkiness, will ya! Or I might not rub any cream into those bites of yours.”
“Ok, ok. Truce?”
“Hmm. You can order a takeout for ya cheek, missus!”
“Will do!”
“This takes me back, us playing hooky at Christmas and finding Kirk and Bobby in my kitchen.”
“I’ll think you’ll find it was me who found them, darlin’!”
“Whatever! Just get that sexy bum of yours on that bed and let me scratch that damn itch, darlin’!”