Archive of Our Own

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Intimacy had never been one of Francesca´s strong suits. She had always craved her privacy, the quiet and predictable schedules. The uncertainty, especially when it came to romance or anything along those lines, made her uncomfortable, clammy, maybe anxious.

Much to her demise, Michaela is none of those things. She´s spontaneous, wild and most certainly anything but predictable.

When they had first met via their families and friends at a college get together, Francesca had lost her breath after laying her eyes on the other woman for the very first time. Her smooth skin, tight curls, the way she energetically waved those pretty hands around while talking… it was all hitting Francesca like a truck.

Before that very moment Francesca had never really thought about relationships all too seriously. She was way too caught up focusing on her school, the piano and just getting through the weird experience of horny college and even hornier college parties.

While Francesca had also never really questioned her sexuality before simply because she didn´t think much about romantic interests in general, being confronted with an array of unknown emotions at the face of a beautiful woman giving her the attention like Michaela did was definitely somewhat overwhelming.

But while it had turned Francesca´s world upside down, it´s not like Michaela had been left completely unbothered by the taller woman.

Meeting the first time, Michaela had a hard time keeping her eyes to herself instead of letting them roam and linger on the slender woman in front of her. Her beautiful, long hair, the prettiest face, the height difference? God, Michaela had a hard time focusing on anything else than her hands and those pretty fingers that were somehow always fumbling with something.

The ever confident woman that she was, Michaela revelled in the sight of the blush creeping up Francesca´s cheeks to the slightest attention or a compliment. It was addictive.

After they had first met they would meet up quite regularly. Mostly going out with Eloise and John or some other constellation, after all Michaela always knew the place of the night and where to be for the most fun.

It wasn´t really Francesca´s first choice to go out clubbing or to some house party, but ever since meeting Michaela she had found herself saying yes more and more. For some balance Francesca had proposed to stay in a smaller group and maybe somewhere more private at least sometimes and it was a nice change, even to Michaela.

They had kept on meeting like this more and more often and had formed a real friendship over the next months, even making plans for just the two of them more regularly.

It hadn´t dawned on Francesca until the end of the semester that perhaps there could be something more in store for the both of them. At least the hope for more had implanted itself in Francesca´s head.

After having spent all of her life focusing on everything except relationships even just romantic interests, she figured it was time to at least be open to the idea if love came along. And boy, had it come along.

At the end of the semester Michaela had invited her, Eloise and John to the party that apparently everyone was going to. Those had never meant much to Francesca, but now, knowing Micheala would be there – knowing Michaela wants her to be there – it was a no brainer to accept. Like she did most of the time.

That´s how she found herself in the doorway of a horribly crowded house. Surely not up to fire safety, she thought.

„Come on!“ Eloise started dragging her into the house, deep into the crowd of sweaty bodies and toward the drink area. „Let´s get a drink and find your girlfriend!“

„Oh my god, please stop it.“ Francesca grumbled loud enough for Eloise to hear over the music bumping through the place. „Stop what?“ Eloise grinned, grabbing Francesca´s hand and shooting her a knowing smile.

Francesca rolled her eyes, following her most annoying sister anyway. A small smile crossed her face as Eloise dragged her along. Your girlfriend.

She shook her head trying to rid herself of the thought. Michaela and her were just good friends. Sure Michaela was flirty and a little touchy, but surely she was like this with all her friends. It was simply her charm and maybe a way to play with people a little. It´s not like anyone would have any objections given the brightness of her smile and the softness of her skin and the beautiful sparkle in her eyes- stop. Jesus get it together, Bridgerton.

Reaching the table dedicated to holding every single alcoholic beverage known to mankind, Francesca knew to simply let her sister mix something good together for her to enjoy without having to cringe at the taste of the strong alcohol the entire night. She watched Eloise grab a wide assortment of drinks, pouring them into two cups for. Given the amount of different alcohols Francesca was a little worried about her physical health, but honestly, the semester had been long, she barely drank anyway and given the circumstances she could definitely use some liquid courage.

She took a sip of the drink, shooting Eloise a surprised look at the sweetness of it. Just a little too sweet for her liking but still way better than the bitterness of the alcohol.

Then out of nowhere John appeared next to them with a wide grin on his face.

„Bridgertons!“ he greeted. „It´s been a pretty successful semester, don´t you think? I´m glad you came to celebrate.“ A generous smile crossed his face as he went to give both of them a hug.

„Yeah you could call it that.“ Eloise went on engaging in a little banter with John while Francesca´s eyes scanned the crowd. If John is here, surely a certain cousin of his couldn´t be too far off…

„She´s outside.“ John´s voice captured Francesca´s attention again. Her head shot back in his direction, looking like she´d been caught butt naked in public. She quickly took a big gulp of her drink, feeling the heat shoot up her neck and her face. It surely was not the alcohol though.

„Excuse me?“ she mustered after letting the sweet drink settle in her stomach for a second.

„Michaela is saving us some seats outside.“ He clearified with a small grin on his face. Francesca stood there with a blank face – except for the blush – looking first at John, then at Eloise who´s sporting the same grin, and rolls her eyes with a groan.

„You two are insufferable.“

„You two are insufferable!“ Eloise countered.

„What! How?“

„Oh come on Fran, maybe try to pay a little attention this evening. I know you´re not this stupid.“

It´s definitely not the first time Eloise and her have talked about her current… dilemma. Though it was usually a conversation strictly kept between the two of them it didn´t take very long for John to notice what was going on himself. After all he had known Francesca for some time and obviously also knew Michaela even better so he had clocked both their weird behavior at their second or third hang out. Given his position he, and of course Eloise, knew both Francesca and Michaela had the same infatuation with each other, though they made sure not to spoil too much fun to either of them. They knew they would get there on their own time.

„Let´s just go.“ Francesca murmured, turning around to walk ahead even though she didn´t actually know where they were even going. She heard Eloise and John snicker behind her before catching up to her, John leading the way to the small seating area they had scored outside with two small benches facing each other and a small table in between. The garden also had a fairly big pool, some more seating areas scattered around and a full assortment of colored lights and lively music coming from different directions.

Once Michaela came into view Francesca released a breath she didn´t notice she was holding. The dark skinned woman was sitting on one of the benches, one arm draped over the back of the bench, the other holding what seemed to be a lit joint. She was leaning back with her eyes closed, just enjoying her little moment. Francesca´s eyes began to travel as they got closer to Michaela who was still unaware of them approaching. Francesca tried to take in all of Michaela sitting there in a tight black skirt and a loosely fittted, sleeveless blouse. Her hair was made in a loose bun with some strands of hair braided towards it. She looked absolutely breathtaking, Francesca thought. The blouse and especially the skirt accentured her lucious curves in the most beautiful way and the amount of skin that was revealed almost left Francesca drooling the closer they got.

Noticing someone´s presence around her Michaela opened her eyes when the small group was a mere few meters away. Like a magnet her eyes immediately drift to a certain, tall, brunette - holder of the most beautiful and generous smile Michaela had ever seen. She let her eyes wander up Francesca´s long, pale legs that were halfway exposed by the baggy shorts Francesca was wearing low on her hips. The curve of her hips and waist left Michaela´s mouth watering, her mind drifting off to thoughts of straddling those hips while pushing Francesca´s head into her breasts, pulling her closer with a hand in her long, silky hair or maybe she could sit a bit higher and grind down on those tight abs until- wait. Francesca has abs. Her shirt is a bit baggy but reveals just the slightest bit of skin of her waist and depending on how she moves the sweet, gentle lines on her abdomen make an impressive appearance. Michaela finally gets her eyes to keep on moving, finally landing on that gorgeous face. And apart from beautiful hazel eyes already looking at her and the shy smile creeping up Francesca´s face, Michaela noticed the two long braids falling over each of her shoulders. Michaela couldn´t help but imagine playing with her braids and the loose baby hairs at Francesca´s nape. Maybe Francesca would let her undo them so she can bury her hands completely in her light brown strands to pull-

„Hey, Mikki.“ A soft voice rang out. Michaela scolded herself internally for getting caught up staring at the cute and shy Bridgerton girl once again. It´s definitely not the first time it has happened, either.

Francesca, Eloise and John were now occupying the space around her, greeting and congratulating each other on the successful semester. Michaela stayed seated in her relaxed position and watched John and Eloise sit down on the bench opposite of hers. Then her eyes wandered back to Francesca who was still standing by her side, seemingly unable to move.

„Don´t be shy Frannie, come here.“ Michaela cooed while patting the space next to her.

Their eyes met once more. Michaela´s lips curled into a teasing smile, having way too much fun making the other girl squirm and blush. Francesca averted her gaze and made quick work to scramble past the shorter woman to sit down next to her. The bench was fairly small, just enough for two people, and even though they didn´t have an issue with a bit of physical touch, sitting this close most of the night was probably going to have it´s consequences.

At least they both hoped it would.

They started the night just catching up and talking about God and the world. Staying in their little group while out was a good middle ground for all of them to have fun and be comfortable. Michaela would sometimes go off with Eloise and dance or socialize with other people they knew while Francesca and John would enjoy each others calm conversations or have some non-verbal, good time together.

In some rare situations they would also be convinced to join Michaela and Eloise on their adventures, though that usually required a good amount of alcohol in their systems. And though Francesca didn´t really feel like getting drunk tonight, she was determined to really let loose for once.

After some talking and a lot of shared laughs Michaela offered to get another round of drinks for everyone, mixed by yours truly. Though she had opted out of drinking for the night, instead choosing some good old weed as her substance of choice, that didn´t stop her from throwing some real good drinks together. Declining such an offer would be a loss, and they all knew it. So, instead of declining Francesca found herself nodding along. „I´ll come help you with the drinks.“

At that Michaela stood. „Great! Come on then, babe.“ The smile on her lips radiant as ever as she shot Francesca a quick wink, as she held out her hand for Francesca to take.

Francesca looked away, trying to hide the heat the could feel on her cheeks, yet again. The night had only just begun and her blush-streak was already horrible. To her demise, it usually was. Especially with one Michaela Stirling around.

She closed her eyes for just a second, taking a quiet breath to try and ground herself and then stood, taking the hand that was offered to her and giving Michaela a small smile, encouraging her to lead the way. As they walked away – or more so Michaela dragging Francesca by her hand – Francesca noticed the smirk playing on Eloise´s face, wiggling her eyebrows.

This was going to be a long night.

Pushing through the tight crowd inside the house Francesca tried to stay close to Michaela as to not get lost, but also tried desperately to maintain a respectful distance to the other woman. Remaining respectful was generally getting harder and harder the more time they spent together though, even just in situations like this Francesca would catch her mind wandering. There could be worse ways to spend a night than getting dragged through a crowd by a pretty girl after all. And especially like this, by this girl.

Her eyes having a mind of their own are glued to Michaela walking in front of her. The way her body moved through the crowd so smoothly, the way her hair slightly bounced with each step, the way her full hips moved in that tight skirt. Francesca is sure she has never before laid eyes on a woman this beautiful. A human this beautiful, really. She knew she was a lesbian once she realized no man had or could ever elicit the feelings she had felt once she had met Michaela. Even if nothing was ever going to happen between the two of them, Francesca was already greatful for all the things she has learned about herself through the other woman.

„So, how about a pretty drink for a pretty girl?“ Michaela asked, turning around in one swift motion once they had reached the table full of drinks once more. Francesca´s eyes shot up to Michaela´s face after they had subcontiously lingered on the shorter womans ass as they had walked. When her eyes met Michaela´s her eyebrow was slightly raised and she cocked her head to the side, a confident smirk tugging on her lips as she had caught Francesca checking her out.

Still holding onto her hand Michaela tugged the taller woman closer to her, closing the distance between them to almost nothing. Francesca´s breathing stopped. She was feeling too hot. Her face was burning, either from the crowd or the heat in here or the proximity to this sickeningly confident woman in front of her or maybe because she just got caught staring at her ass.

The warmth of Michaela´s hand in hers pulled away, leaving Francesca´s hand cold as ice. But before she could do anything about it two scorchingly hot palms spread over her upper arms, travelling up to her shoulders and around her neck. What the hell was Michaela doing??

Michaela´s eyes had followed the path of her hands, finally landing on Francesca´s eyes before standing on her tip-toes and leaning in close, past her face and close to her ear. The hot breath on her ear, the faint, sweet smell of weed on her, and the warmth of having the shorter woman this close was all too overwhelming for Francesca.

„What are you drinking, pretty girl?“ the whispered words hit Francesca like a truck. The blush on her face started burning at this point. God, Michaela was going to kill her tonight.

Letting the words linger for just a second, Michaela then leaned back to look at Francesca once more while her arms stayed loosely hooked around the taller womans neck. She watched Francesca´s face attentively.

„I- uhm“ she cleared her throat. „What will you be having?“ she asked shyly, trying to avoid Michaela´s observing eyes.

„I´m not drinking tonight. Doesn´t mix too well with weed, you know?“ Michaela answered truthfully.

„I see. Well I trust you, just, you know, I prefer the sweeter stuff.“ Michaela had always felt like a safe space for experimenting. The older woman often pushed her out of her comfort zone but had also always made sure Francesca safe and made sure she knew she could always opt out whenever she wanted.

„Oh, I know, Frannie.“ Michaela planted a quick peck on her cheek with a dark look in her eyes that surely would´ve looked anything but friendly to anyone, but Francesca. And just like that Michaela pulled away, turning to the array of drinks on the table to mix something together for the three of them.

Francesca stood there dumbfounded. The cold space in front of her the only reminder Michaela had even been that close to her in the first place. And the nickname. God damnit. Frannie. It was a nickname that was by now reserved for only Michaela. And Francesca was quite serious about it too. The way it sounded out of that pretty mouth, and wrapped itself around Francesca´s soul really did something to her.

There were plenty of things that Michaela´s mouth did to her. That smile that would brighten the whole room and those full, soft lips – jesus even her dental structure left her swooning sometimes.

Francesca couldn´t help but daydream about Michaela´s lips sometimes. What it would feel like to kiss her, to feel her tongue against hers or her down her neck. She wouldn´t ever admit it out loud but of course, in the middle of the night, her mind would also sometimes think of other places her mouth would probably feel pretty great.

At first she was really overwhelmed by all these kind of thoughts. She still sometimes is. She doesn´t have any hands on experience when it comes to relationships and the thought of intimacy had kind of terrified her. Sometimes she felt silly even daydreaming about Michaela simply because she felt so out of her league. Francesca felt anxious thinking about all of it. Michaela had more experience, especially in the intimacy area. Though Francesca had never really seen, or at least noticed, Michaela actively picking up random women, but she had heard of her ways from John, and sometimes Michaela herself would make a short comment about a past hookup she had had. She never revealed much though. She´s very protective of her own privacy when it came to these things.

So Francesca´s mind was constantly plagued, not just by pictures of the gorgeous, very hot, shorter woman, but also by the less exciting and more so self-depricating thoughts on how she could never compete. Michaela could quite literally have anyone she wants after all. Someone with experience, who knows what they want and need. Someone who´s not a shy, mumbling mess given the slightest attention or a compliment. Someone confident.

It´s not like she was necessarily a self-conscious person – at least she had always thought so back when being halfway comfortable in ones body was her only issue. But after meeting Michaela she had realized how much of the „normal“ teenage experiences she had never lived through. Hell she had never even had an orgasm before. Not with anyone else, obviously, but also not on her own. She had tried so many things but she always seemed to be too much in her head about things. Whatever those things may be. She had tried touching herself back in high school when she first heard of the idea, thinking it was something that would make her normal. It was okay back then but nothing special so she left it at that and didn´t look back to it until one night she had gotten so deep into her thoughts. Her mind wandering over everything Michaela. It felt so wrong thinking about the woman while touching herself, but she couldn´t help it. She had gotten herself so riled up just thinking about her – a feeling that had also been a new one for her to discover – she thought touching herself surely is the way to relief her of her damning thoughts, right? And well, while it did feel way better than she had remembered from back then, it didn´t help her getting rid of her sinful thoughts at all. It just made it all worse in fact.

She had also mustered up the courage to talk to Penelope about this, trying to figure out what it is she´s supposed to be feeling while doing that. And yea, well, it didn´t quite feel like what Penelope had described. So Francesca was pretty sure something about her was just broken, or at the very least she hadn´t figured something out yet.

After dealing with her internal conflict for a few minutes while intently watching Michaela move her gracious body around to mix together some surely amazing drinks, Michaela finally moved to turn her attention back to Francesca.

It took her a second to recognize the barely visible look of worry in Francesca´s eyes, having just been ripped out of her thoughts.

„Are you okay? I promise yours isn´t too strong, try it.“ Michaela egged on, handing Francesca the drink she had made for her.

„Oh, no, it´s not-“ she paused. She took a breath, looking into Michaela´s eyes. All gentle and soft. She took the cup from her hands. „I trust you.“

Michaela´s lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes containing something else that Francesca couldn´t quite place. She let Francesca take the cup, watching her intently as she took a small sip. It was sweet like Francesca had requested, but not so sweet as the one Eloise had mixed for her. It tasted basically like juice, the taste of the alcohol not even noticable to Francesca. It was perfect. Michaela knew her so well.

Francesca´s eyes widened at the taste. „This is nice! You´re really good at mixing, Mikki.“ Francesca said honestly, but still trying to deliver the compliment in a way that would maybe communicate to Michaela that Francesca desperately wants her.

Then, Michaela leaned closer again. She put one hand on Francesca´s collarbone, then moving it to lightly play with one of her braids, running her hand up and down its length, tugging it ever so lightly on the way down. „You know… I´m really good at a lot of things, Frannie.“

Kill me right now.

Michaela tried her very best to put in everything she had, trying to hint to Francesca she´s really, really open to show her just about anything she wanted. And she really meant anything.

Francesca´s breath hitched. The way Michaela said it, with how close she got and that look in her eyes, it was nearly impossible to not let the thought that Michaela might reciprocate her feelings cross her mind.

They looked into each others eyes for a moment, Michaela looking up at her through her long lashes, still mindlessly toying with her braid. Francesca might die tonight, she thought.

When Michaela´s hand travelled to the back of her neck again finding the hair there that´s too short to stay in the braids, Francesca´s eyes closed subconsciously. Michaela´s soft hand played with the strands, the feeling of it sending a rush of arousal as well as relaxation through Francesca´s body.

The little alcohol in her system allowed her to enjoy the feeling for a moment before her mind caught up to how pathetic she must look right now. Her eyes opened with a little panic seeping through, but meeting deep brown eyes watching her every move with intent and Michaela´s whole attention on her calmed something inside of Francesca. With eyes like that it seemed like Michaela could wipe just about any worry out of her system.

„I´ve never tried weed, you know?“ Francesca tried to change the subject. She was feeling way too hot and bothered right now and she really needed to get back to Eloise and John before she does something she might regret.

„Yea, I know.“ She laughed, removing her body from Francesca´s orbit. When Francesca frowned in response, Michaela just shot her a teasing smile.

„Oh my, the Francesca Bridgerton has never tried smoking weed before? Whatever shall we do?“ she exaggerated, throwing her hand up to her forehead as if she´d suddenly caught a fever, and Francesca couldn´t help but smile at the woman´s antics in front of her.

„Shut up.“ Francesca grumbled with a smile on her face, looking away bashfully. When she looked back at Michaela to meet her eyes. A smirk pulled on Michaela´s lips and her eyes said everything her mouth wouldn´t. Make me, Francesca hoped and feared for.

But nothing came of it. Michaela simply looked up at her, again with that look in her eyes that Francesca couldn´t place and licked her lips. And of course Francesca´s eyes followed the action, letting them linger on Michaela´s lips for just a second before instantly pulling them back up to meet her eyes again.

„Would you like to try it some time?“ Michaela asked genuinely.

„I- yeah. I think you could make me try just about anything, really.“

Michaela squited her eyes a bit, mustering Francesca´s face. „Is that a good or a bad thing?“ The smile from before is still painting her face, though Francesca could swear there was just the slightest amount of insecutity in that question.

Now it was Francesca´s turn to make a move. „That is up to you.“ She mustered all her courage to let her free hand come up to Michaela´s face, brushing some loose curls behind her ear and letting her hand come to rest on her soft cheek. „Are you making me try good or bad things?“

God, some confidence was really hot on her, Michaela thought. She really liked the shy, stuttering mess she could make out of Francesca so easily. She was simply too hot and adorable at the same time. And this random boost of confidence she could get out of her every now and then, god it was great witnessing the fruits of her labor.

A small and proud smile crossed Michaela´s face at the comment. „Well if that´s the case I´ll show you all of the worst.“ Her eyes lowered to Francesca´s lips, hoping it would send a telepathic message to the taller woman.

„Come on, let´s get these drinks outside.“ She passed another cup to Francesca, taking the last one herself. This time around with no free hand to hold, Francesca was worried she would get lost in the crowd on their way back outside. However, Michaela had different plans, and with her free hand simply hooked one finger into one of the belt loops of Francesca´s pants, dragging her along once more.
Francesca would literally follow her anywhere right now.

Once reunited with Eloise and John they settled onto the bench again after they passed on the drinks. At last Michaela removed the single digit hooked into Francesca´s pants to let her sit down herself. And of course Francesca had noticed the sly look Eloise and John were giving her at the sight of it. She tried to ignore them, simply trying to enjoy the attention she was getting from the woman occupying her mind and soul.

When they sat down Francesca moved to the side a bit, getting herself in a more comfortable position to look at the other woman without it being too obvious.

“Not obvious” was not going to stick with Michaela though. So she decided to lean over, grabbing a hold of Francesca´s bare lower legs and looking up to her, encouraging her to let Michaela guide them to lay across her lap. So Francesca did. Letting loose, remember?

She helped lift her legs up, draping them over Michaela´s own legs. Her thick thighs only covered halfway themselves, the partial skin to skin they were left with made Francesca dizzy all over.

It was a warm summer night, they had a clear view of the night sky – except for all the light pollution – and here Francesca was, sitting with her dearest friends, feeling Michaela´s pretty, smooth fingers glide across the bare skin of her legs. Could it get any better than this?

They kept on enjoying their evening together, sharing their favorite stories from this semester and everything it entailed and also sharing lots of laughter. At one point Eloise felt the sudden urge to dance, the alcohol in her system clearly running its course, and though Michaela was her designated dance partner, Michaela clearly had other plans for tonight. Her attention was wholly on a different Bridgerton girl, and she was determined to make a mess of her tonight.

So, to calm Eloise´s whining about wanting to dance, knowing Francesca was a little occupied right now, John, being the dear friend that he was, offered to accompany Eloise on the dance floor. She looked at him for a second and decided she should take what she can get, then proceeded to take the guys hand and dragging him to wherever the music was coming from, leaving Michaela and Francesca to themselves.

Michaela turned to look at Francesca, whose hands had suddenly started to fidget, the realization she was left alone with Michaela once more setting in.

God, she´s adorable. It´s so hot.

The first time Michaela had actually realized her feelings for the other woman were more than “friends” and also, especially, more than “I wanna push your head between my legs” she did panic just a little. Not because being into the other woman was surprising. After all Michaela knew she was a lesbian pretty early on in life, but more so because the feelings the other woman elicited out of Michaela were more than she had ever known. Never before had she felt this strong of a need to hold a woman close, to not hide her feelings, and to reassure and grow with her.

She had also never before felt this turned on by someone. Sure she had gone further with other people, but the things Francesca made her feel were unmatchable. Though completely oblivious to any of it, Francesca was hot. Her body to die for. Her face of an angel. Just the thought of her sweet Francesca sporting that nice set of abs under all those baggy boy clothes while blushing furiously at the simplest compliment made Michaela nearly feral.

Feeling the need to occupy her hands with something before all of her self control left her and she took Francesca right then and there, she made quick work to get another joint she had pre-rolled at home out of the small tin from her purse.

She leaned back, getting comfortable next to Francesca, letting one of her hands slide up and down the pale legs that were still laying on top of hers. Francesca couldn´t help but stare. The way they sat there it felt like they´ve been doing this for ages, even though they have only known each other for a few months.

Francesca´s eyes followed the path Micheala´s hands traced on her legs, watching and feeling them creep higher and higher, over her kneecap and slightly up her thigh before travelling back down to her calf again. At the highest point Michaela´s fingers barely dipped underneath the shorts that had risen up slightly due to the position Francesca was in. God, she was way too touch-starved for something like this.

She looked up to watch Michaela place the neatly rolled joint between her plump lips, grabbing the lighter from the small table and lighting the cone while taking a drag. The warm light of the lighter illuminating Michaela´s beautiful face for a little moment, Francesca nearly forgot how to breathe. She was simply too enticing to look away.

After Michaela had placed the lighter back on the table she leaned back into Francesca´s space, exhaling slowly to release the smoke into the night sky. Her free hand returned to its place on Francesca´s leg, resuming its previous activities.

“So, next time we smoke together?” Michaela grinned.

“Yeah, I mean, if you´re willing to share with me.”

“Of course, whatever you want, babe.” Michaela tipped her head to the side, watching Francesca´s reaction to the pet name.

Francesca ducked her head, though the colored lights around them made it nearly impossible to really see the blush coating her cheeks anyway. “Whatever I want?” she asked.

The look in Michaela´s eyes darkened just the slightest bit, though she knew it was an actually genuine question. “Whatever you want.” Michaela reassured.

Francesca seemed to ponder on her next question for a bit, nervously biting her lip. Michaela just sat and patiently watched her trying to muster up the courage to ask.

“Would it- would it be okay if we met up just the two of us for that?” Her eyes carefully met Michaela´s once more. A look of terror coating her face as if she´d been asked to smoke some strangers crack.
“Was that so hard to ask?” Michaela smirked knowingly, watching Francesca attentively while taking another drag.

All this attention on her was not necessarily new to her. They´d been in situations like this a few times – the two of them alone, Michaela doing her very best to make a blushing mess of Francesca.

But just because they´d been here before, doesn´t mean Michaela´s words stopped running it´s effects on Francesca. She felt as if she´d been a rambling, blushing trainwreck since the minute she´d laid eyes on Michaela this evening.

“You don’t really make it easy.” She answered truthfully.

A gasp left Michaela´s lips as the hand that was placed on Francesca´s legs came up to clutch at her heart dramatically. “Whatever do you mean? I´m so nice!”

“That´s not- you know that´s not what I mean.” Francesca replied bashfully, leaning forward to take hold of the smooth hand that had left her skin craving more a few seconds ago. Taking the hand she pulled it over to her lap to mindlessly, tracing little symbols on Michaela´s palm and knuckles before interlacing their fingers. She looked up to Michaela´s eyes, which had been locked onto their hands, watching Francesca´s long, graceful fingers glide over her own skin.

Michaela´s hands were so pretty. The thought was nothing new to Francesca at this point. She had caught herself staring at them a few times, but the way Michaela would wave them around animatedly and the way her fingers curled and the thought of how smooth they are, god she couldn´t help but think about touching them, holding them, kissing them, maybe s-

“You know,” Michaela started with an unfamiliar tone in her voice, snapping Francesca´s attention back to her face “You should ask for what you want more often.” She continued with that damn smirk.

Michaela adjusted her position to turn to Francesca a bit more, returning her hand to the soft skin of Francesca´s legs. She leaned forward, invading Francesca´s space, holding eye contact with the taller woman.

“It´s really hot.” Michaela whispered just loud enough for Francesca to hear over the music.

The heat that hadn´t left Francesca´s face once tonight reignited. Michaela just called her hot. Kind of. And as if recognizing Francesca´s short-circuiting brain, Michaela of course had to think of something else, apparently trying to kill Francesca tonight.

The hand on Francesca´s leg started moving again. Going down to her lower calf first before slowly making it´s way back up again, past her knee and onto her thigh. Her hand moved torturously slow, climbing higher and higher, past the highest point of where it had been before. Francesca´s breath hitched, her eyes darkening as she held Michaela´s intense glare. She didn’t dare looking at the hand touching her thigh. She knew those pretty fingers of hers were disappearing beneath the hem of her shorts quite a bit, further than before. She thought the sight of it alone would probably end her right then and there, so instead she kept her eyes focused on Michaela´s.

She didn’t know how to respond. She simply looked at Michaela like a deer in headlights. A coy smile was tugging on the corners of Michaela´s lips, she knew exacty what she was doing. She had to, right?

“That- that’s not exactly my strong suit.” She stuttered with Michaela dragging her hand up her thigh, Michaela´s thumb dipping down to the inner part of it. She had never thought of other people being hot, let alone herself so the thought of it left her clammy. She averted her gaze.

Michaela couldn’t let that stand.

She subtly scooched even closer, her joint free hand coming up to Francesca´s face to cup her cheek. She gazed into Francesca´s eyes, searching for any discomfort.

“Oh, Frannie.” She cooed, taking another drag of the joint. Francesca had no chance to stop her eyes from following the action, watching Michaela´s soft, glossy lips wrap around the tip of the filter. As Michaela exhaled, Francesca watched her pretty lips slowly curl up at the edges into a smirk.

“But it really is.” Michaela added. She leaned up to Francesca´s ear, her lips ever so slightly brushing against her skin there. “You´re doing so well, Francesca.”

Francesca was frozen. She had to take what she tried to be a calming breath, though she knew it came out ragged and uneven. She could listen to Michaela´s gentle voice all day long, no matter how much she was teasing her – perhaps especially then.

A soft gasp left her lips. It was so quiet she was sure there was no way Michaela could’ve heard it, but with the shorter woman so close to her, watching her every move, apparently reveling in the way she makes Francesca squirm, of course she did. God, Francesca felt so pathetic right now.

Francesca lifted one of her hands up to meet the one still holding her cheek. Slowly she made her way up Michaela´s arm, desperately wanting to get some balance. Maybe payback. She first went to wrap her long fingers around Michaela´s wrist, just holding her there for a second. Then, her hand moved further. Feeling the smooth skin glide under her fingertips, Francesca was in awe. She had never touched this much of Michaela before, and especially not like this.

Her hand made its way up over Michaela´s bicep, gently squeezing there for just a second, before moving on, further up. She traced the gentle curve of Michaela´s shoulder and up the side of her neck, letting her hand rest there. She pushed the blouse out of the way so she could hold Michaela skin to skin, just like she was doing.

This was dangerous territory. The movement revealed more of Michaela´s cleavage and Francesca could feel the strong, subtle muscels of Michaela´s neck move under her skin. She wanted nothing more than run her hands over all of Michaela´s body, followed up by her tongue. She wanted to map and analyze every dip and curve and commit it to her memory

Their eyes met again.

“Tell me what you want, Francesca.” Michaela found her voice again. Her deep brown eyes gazing into Francesca with care and attention. But there was also something darker, that thing Francesca couldn’t place. She gulped.

Jesus, get it together Bridgerton. It´s now or never.

“I want to go home.” She stated clearly. “With you.” She added shyly.

Michaela studied her face for a second. Her eyes dark and a smirk on her lips, she nodded along.

“Let´s go then.”

They made quick work to gather their things, call an Uber and find Eloise and John to say goodbye for the evening. It had been a long day after all…

It was not the first time they had done this either. It was almost routine at this point that on most nights out, at some point one of them would decide they had had enough, and then it wouldn’t take long for them to find their things and leave to either Francesca´s or Michaela´s place for the rest of the night. They usually did this if Francesca had had enough for the night, wanting to leave before getting overstimulated, and sometimes they just decided chilling at home would be a nicer way to spend the rest of the evening.

This night felt different though, and Francesca wanted it to be different. She hoped Michaela had understood her implications, that she wanted- needed more.

The tension that had formed on the bench at the party had remained, strung tightly between the two women, all the way through the busy house, in the car and all the way up to Michaela´s front door.
But the moment they stepped inside, everything slowed to a halt.

Though they were moving – Francesca noticed taking off her shoes and following Michaela into her kitchen – the moment seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Michaela handed her a glass of water, knowing she must be dehydrated from the alcohol, with a genuine smile. They hadn’t talked since leaving the party, simply enjoying each others silent company for a bit.

Michaela turned around, slightly leaning on the counter next to them, watching Francesca gulp down the water like a mad woman. When Francesca set down the glass her eyes reconnected with Michaela´s. She was thirsty no more, but instead her eyes darkened with hunger as she saw the way Michaela was watching her. Having all of this womans attention on her would never fail to leave her heart pounding and a tight, warm feeling settling deep in her core.

“So,” Michaela started. “would you like to watch-“

“Michaela, I swear to God if you suggest we watch a movie right now.” Francesca barely recognized her own voice. She needed Michaela, like right now. And god! Why was Michaela acting like she had no idea!

“Oh?” one perfectly arched brow made an appearance, that awfully hot smirk returning to her lips as Michaela closed the distance between them once again, carefully stepping closer until she was a mere few centimeters away, wrapping her arms around Francesca´s neck. “What do you suggest then?” she challenged.

The proximity, her tone, the words, the tension of this whole evening and everything Francesca had felt since meeting the other woman – it was all driving her crazy. Francesca was sure, if they were not going to be kissing in the next two minutes or so, she was going to combust.

She couldn’t trust her words. Instead she mustered together all her courage to place both her hands on Michaela´s waist. She loved watching Michaela´s reactions to her touch. Her eyes fell closed for a moment and she released a soft exhale, clearly enjoying the moment.

Francesca pulled her closer by her waist ever so lightly, but she could feel the heat Michaela´s body provided pressed into hers. Her head collapsed onto Michaela´s shoulder, falling into her body like the planets to the sun.

“Use your words, Francesca.” She teased with a breathless voice.

A pathetic little whine escaped Francesca´s lips at the sweet but demanding tone. Still she gazed into her eyes, trying not to let embarrassment take over her body.

“I- uhm, I would really like to kiss you right now.”

A soft groan left Michaela´s mouth, looking up at Francesca through her long lashes, her hand starting to play with one of Francesca´s – by now – messy braids.

“Hmm, good job, baby.” She said in a low voice before leaning in to close the last bit of distance and capture Francesca´s soft lips with her own.

A low moan left Francesca when their lips connected. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the soft praise and the pet name or because of how incredibly soft Michaela´s lips were. The Michaela from her imagination could never compete with the real thing.

The kiss was hungry and eager, and they both put everything they had kept to themselves into it. The hands around Michaela´s waist tightened at the feeling of it all. She pulled Michaela closer, trying to rid them of any space left between their bodies. A growl left Michaela´s lips at the sensation, giving Francesca just enough time to deepen their kiss and slip her tongue inside Michaela´s mouth.
They both moaned into each other at the feeling of their warm, wet tongues meeting each other, performing their own filthy dance.

Francesca felt Michaela´s warm hands on her chest, gently pushing her backwards towards the living room area. Letting herself be led through the apartment while their lips stayed locked together, Francesca´s mind ran in overdrive. She was taking in all of Michaela´s softness, trying to stay focused to kiss the shorter woman back with the same hunger she was presented with. Her lips are addictive.

Their lips only separated for a moment when the edge of Michaela´s sofa hit the back of Francesca´s legs, giving Michaela the perfect opportunity to give the pale woman a light shove, making her fall back onto the sofa.

Francesca looked up at Michaela with a hunger in her eyes Michaela had never seen before. She looked ready to pounce on her any second now, but Michaela could tell something was holding her back.
She locked eyes with Francesca, breath ragged and uneven, her hair a bit messy, and searched her face for any sign of wanting to stop. But there was no such thing. At the sight of Francesca´s hungry eyes looking up to her, Michaela did the only reasonable thing – straddling Francesca on the sofa.

The taller womans mouth fell slightly open, watching the dark skinned woman getting comfortable on top of her. Her hands felt sweaty and clammy and they started fidgeting at her sides.

Michaela leaned in close again, placing a featherlight kiss on the side of Francesca´s jaw before moving on to whisper in her ear. “You´re allowed to touch me, Frannie.”

Her hands had moved to hold onto Francesca´s, placing them on her dark thighs bracketing Francesca´s own.

“Is this okay?” Micheala´s soft voice rang out.

Francesca´s wide eyes moved up from where Micheala had put her hands. It was hard to pull her eyes away from the smooth dark skin of her thighs, which had more skin exposed than Francesca had ever seen before. Due to their position the tight, black skirt Michaela was wearing had risen up to just below her hips and Francesca felt the urge to touch and kiss and bite every single inch she could get.

Pulling her eyes up the shorter womans body it became harder and harder to contain her excitement. Michaela was truly the most beautiful woman on this earth. When their eyes reconnected, Michaela´s gaze holding nothing but adoration and patience for the inexperienced woman underneath her, Francesca remembered she´d been asked a question.

She nodded her head enthusiastically, “Yes, yes this is perfect,” she rambled as she leaned in littering kisses down the side of Michaela´s throat while squeezing her thick thighs in her hands, even allowing her hands to carefully move up and down her thighs and onto her hips.

“Thank you, thank you…” Francesca mumbled between kisses, pulling Michaela closer to her by her hips, making her grind down on top of her.

A deep groan tumbled from Michaela´s throat, who quickly found a slow but intense rhythm grinding on Francesca´s core. The vision of Francesca´s tight abs made an appearance in her mind again and she decided she needed more, right now.

She pushed Francesca back by her shoulders, the younger woman whining in response.

Looking at her with nothing but hunger and want, Michaela slowly raised her hands back to her own blouse, unbuttoning it one button ofter the other. So torturously slow Francesca debated on just ripping the damn thing off of her. But she held back. She wanted to be good for Michaela after all.

So she sat there, tightly holding onto the older womans hips, her eyes tracing every movement her hands made. She felt weird ogling at Michaela´s hands and all the freshly revealed skin so openly, but something in Michaela´s actions made her feel more confident than ever before.

When Michaela finally let the blouse fall off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her, Francesca quickly sat up straight, her face now only inches from Michaela´s still covered breasts. This time it was her turn to look up at Michaela, her eyes pleading with her for more.

“Words?” Michaela raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile on her lips. The movement of her hips never slowed, if anything she ground down on Francesca with even more intent in that moment. Francesca´s silent begging clearly wasn’t going to be enough for her.

Francesca released a whine, letting her forehead fall to Michaela´s sternum.

“Please, Mikki. I want- I need to taste you. All of you. Please…”

“Hmm, fuck, so good, baby.” Michaela praised. It sent a hot wave of pleasure throughout Francesca´s entire body and settled low in her abdomen. She was so fucking wet right now. “Take what you want, then.” Michaela added in a sultry tone.

Not wasting another second, Francesca´s hands creeped up Michaela´s body. One hand coming up front, carefully but firmly cupping one of Michaela´s breasts, and the other hand moving up her back to the clasp of her bra, undoing it in one swift motion.

Michaela gasped as the clothing fell loose around her. She knew Francesca had some really talented fingers, given her years of piano lessons – she just hadn’t expected her to not fumble at the piece of clothing at all.

Francesca looked at her in awe. Slipping the offending bra off Michaela´s shoulders, Francesca´s eyes tried to take in everything all at once. But before she could think about her next plan of action, she was already leaning forward, kissing down Michaela´s sternum and towards one of her breasts.

She kissed every inch of her exposed skin, toying with Michaela´s other breast with her hand, before switching sides. She sucked lightly in some areas, kissing gently in others, traveling up to Michaela´s neck before making her way back down again. Kissing everywhere except her nipples.

“You´re such a tease.” Michaela groaned, stopping Francesca dead in her tracks.

“Should I stop?” she asked, fear and insecurity lacing through her words, her eyes wide and in shock, as if she´d done something wrong.

Michaela immediately pulled her closer again, tangling her hand in the loose hair that had fallen out of Francesca´s braids, “God, no.” she gasped, pushing Francesca to her chest once more. Michaela gazed down following the beautiful sight, watching Francesca´s pretty face smushed into her tits, pushing and pulling her by the hair of her nape to wherever felt best, a low moan rumbling from Francesca´s throat against her. She wished she could stop time right in this moment, having Francesca Bridgerton underneath her, her tongue roaming her skin, releasing little sighs and moans at any touch or word. Francesca was so responsive, the fact alone sent pleasure shooting down Michaela´s core.

When Francesca pulled back to catch some air, she looked up at Michaela again. Her usually hazel eyes now dark with lust. “Can we go to your bedroom?” she asked shyly, still anxious about possibly having misread the situation.

But Michaela responded with a genuine smile, even if her tone was teasing. “Since you asked so nicely.”

She smiled, “Come on.”

She got up from Francesca´s lap, wasting no time to adjust her skirt, as it was coming off shortly anyway, grabbed Francesca´s hands and led the way to her bedroom.

In the bedroom Michaela pulls Francesca inside until they´re standing next to the queen sized bed. Michaela turned around to face Francesca, holding her gaze as she slowly lowers herself to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Francesca stood there, looking down on Michaela with a ragged breath. Michaela leaned back on her hands, looking up at Francesca and tilting her head to the side. A sly smirk played on her face.
“Get on your knees.”

Francesca felt the impact of the floor on her knees before she had the chance to think about it.

She looked up at Michaela´s face with wide eyes, as if shocked by her own reaction to the command.

“Mm, such a good girl,” Michaela praised. God, it really wasn’t fair the way those two words affected Francesca.

Another pathetic whine slipped from her lips at the words, doubling the size of Michaela´s grin in response.

“Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” she asked with that teasing tone.

Francesca´s wide eyed stare subconsciously turned into an agreeing nod, before she noticed the arched brow back on Michaela´s face once more.

“Yes, I like it.” Francesca agreed verbally, knowing it´s what Michaela wanted. She collapsed forward, grasping Michaela´s knees that were dangling over the side of her bed for some stability.

“Oh, you´re a quick learner. Well done, baby.” Michaela´s voice wrapped itself around Francesca´s soul like the voice of a siren. Everything about this woman was just unavoidable to Francesca, and she wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“Take off your shirt.” Michaela´s next demand rang out.

Francesca complied. Grabbing onto the hem of her shirt and swiftly moving it up over her head. She had decided not to wear a bra that evening, much to Michaela´s delight.

Once she placed the shirt on the floor next to her, looking back up at the other woman above her, she was met with a look of pure desire as Michaela´s plump lower lip had found its way between her teeth, her eyes raking down Francesca´s body as she took in the subtle curves of her waist, her firm, pale breasts and, of course, down the tight lines of Francesca´s abs. Lord, this woman was a sight to behold.

“Fuck- you´re so hot.” A breathy voice flowed into Francesca´s ears.

“You should see yourself, I- you´re so fucking gorgeous, Mikki.” Francesca replied between kisses that she was planting on Michaela´s legs, up to her knees and even further up her thighs.

Hearing Francesca swear while she´s on her knees in front of her in nothing but her baggy boy shorts, placing wet, hot kisses up the inside of her thighs had Michaela trembling. Her legs parted subconsciously, pulling the younger woman between them and closer to her core by her nape.

Once Francesca´s face was mere inches from Michaela´s center, her hot breath tickling Michaela there, a soft hand found its way to her braids once more, gently pulling her head back. Another hand came up to cup Francesca´s cheek. Francesca leaned her head into it for a moment, enjoying the gentleness of Michaela´s touch, before turning her head to the side, placing more wet kisses on Michaela´s skin. This time on her palm, her wrist, up her forearm, back down to her hand. She also placed some less heated, more genuinely loving kisses on the back of Michaela´s hand, kind of like men would do to the women they were courting 200 years ago.

“Are you sure about this?” Michaela asked, her tone breathless yet restraint laced into it. “You drank a bit and its been a long night, you know?” she added.

Francesca pulled her attention back up to Michaela´s face. She could´ve sworn she heard just the tiniest bit of insecurity in there. What in the world could Michaela possibly be insecure about?

“I assure you,” Francesca started, her eyes full of love and devotion as she gazes up into Michaela´s eyes, “this is not just because I had a drink tonight.” She said as she gestured to herself and Michaela. “It may have given me some courage, but… but I´ve thought about this before- about… us?” she continued carefully. The look in her eyes was screaming, begging for help. She didn’t know how to continue.

“And?”

“And… I want you. I have wanted you for a while now.” Francesca admitted truthfully. “Please let me show you.” She added quietly as she diverted her attention back to Michaela´s hand again, placing kisses down her arm to her fingers, looking up at Michaela once she reached the tips.

Michaela felt breathless, simply nodding for Francesca to continue. Then her breath hitched.

Michaela sat there watching Francesca open her lips slightly, giving the tips of her index and middle finger a kiss and a small bite before taking them inside her mouth, as her eyes held her gaze. The hand on Francesca´s braids tightened, lightly pulling at her scalp, yet pushing her closer onto her fingers.

Francesca´s mouth was wet and warm and her tongue felt so soft and yet strong, and the way Francesca hollowed her cheeks to suck in her fingers even deeper, Michaela continued to push her fingers down her throat as far as they would go.

As a moan left Francesca, vibrating around the fingers in her mouth, Michaela pulled them backwards, simultaneously making a mess with her spit covered fingers on Francesca´s face, before plunging them back inside.

Michaela couldn’t help but moan at the sight. Every time she thought the inexperienced woman couldn’t rile her up any more than she did, she proved her wrong. It was not the first time she had had her fingers inside someone´s mouth, but those people were not Francesca.

Her sweet, innocent Francesca, who was still on her knees between Michaela´s legs, one hand propped on Michaela´s knee, the other wrapped around her wrist, ensuring Michaela´s soft fingers would stay inside her mouth for the time being. Her eyes had closed in pleasure, clearly enjoying the sensation of some fingers down her throat even more than Michaela did.

“Hmm my sweet, pretty girl.” Michaela cooed. “You look so hot like this.”

Francesca´s eyes opened again, looking at Michaela. She sucked her fingers deep down her throat one more time before letting Michaela pull them out of her mouth. She looked absolutely wrecked. Her hair was a mess, some tears had started forming in her eyes from the unfamiliar activities in her mouth but she would do anything to feel her mouth full like that again.

Michaela softly wiped the single tear that had made its way down Francesca´s cheek before placing her hand under her chin, making Francesca hold her intense gaze. She was beyond turned on, still she needed to make sure Francesca was feeling the same.

“You okay?” she asked gently. A sliver of concern shimmering through her confident façade at the sight of another tear rolling down a blushing cheek.

“More than.” Francesca nodded eagerly, eliciting a genuine smile from Michaela. “I´ve thought about doing that so many times.”

“Oh, really? What else have you thought about, pretty?”

“I- uhm… well I haven’t really- I mean…” she trailed off, biting her lip nervously.

“You haven’t what?”

“I haven’t… you know- had sex before. I really don’t know what I´m doing.”

“Oh, sure you are.” Michaela smiled at her “Do you even have any idea of what you´re doing to me?”

Francesca looked at her, not quite trusting whatever it was that Michaela was implying here. What was she doing to her?

Expectantly watching Francesca, waiting for an answer, Michaela decided to slowly pull down the zipper on the side of her skirt. A smirk crossed her lips when Francesca´s eyes followed the movement immediately.

“Take it off.” Michaela ordered, lifting her hips slightly off the bed to allow Francesca to hurriedly pull the skirt alond with her underwear, leaving Michaela completely nude in front of her.

Francesca slowly slipped the clothes down shaped legs before throwing them off to some corner, her hands returning to their place on Michaela´s thighs. She lightly gripped the skin there, trying to contain her nerves.

“Jesus, you´re so beautiful.” A blush crept up Francesca´s neck, but nothing but truth in her voice. “I want to make you feel good. Please, Michaela.”

Michaela groaned. She couldn’t take it any longer. She grabbed a hold of Francesca´s head and pushed her closer to her center. She still gave Francesca the possibility to pull away if she desired, but watching the younger woman eagerly dive in was enough to reassure Michaela.

Francesca took a minute to kiss up her inner thighs, palming at her hips while planting sloppy kisses all over Michaela, opting to return to her breasts every now and then, before finally licking through Michaela´s folds with a wet, flat tongue.

They both released a deep moan at the same time. Francesca´s tongue felt heavenly and Michaela´s taste was full on addictive from the first taste. So Francesca pushed closer, starting to lap up all of Michaela´s sweet taste before putting all her focus on her clit. With a pointed tongue she brushed over the hardened bud a few times, lightly sucking on it in between her licks.

“Oh, fuck- Fran…” Michaela moaned. “Holy shit, your mouth feels so good, baby.” she needed Francesca to know how well she was doing. She needed her to know she wants more.

The praise spurred Francesca on to push even closer, she was now sitting up on her knees, lapping at Michaela´s wetness with a newfound intensity. She kept on licking through Michaela´s wet folds with intent, her hands mindlessly wandering over the other womans curves, grabbing at her thighs, moving up to her waist and on to cup her breasts, giving them some much desired attention while vigorously eating Michaela out.

At one point Francesca moved her hands to slip underneath Micheala´s thighs, putting her legs up over her shoulders and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, simply for better access.

The sudden movement makes Michaela collapse farwards a bit, the hand on the back of her head tightening, pulling Francesca deeper into her. “Hm, fuck, I need you inside, Frannie.”

Francesca almost choked between Michaela´s thighs. The gentle demand paired with the nickname shot a bolt of heat right between Francesca´s legs. She really needed to be inside Michaela, too.

She nodded eagerly, not wanting to lose Michaela´s taste for a single second. The hand that was tightly holding on to Michaela´s thick, smooth thigh moved to disappear between them, out of Michaela´s sight.

The next thing she felt though, was a single, long, slender finger shakily moving through her folds, dipping down to her entrance to gather some of the wetness there, before very slowly pushing inside.

A moan ripped through the room, Michaela fully unable to hold anything back, with the way Francesca was touching her.

Francesca adjusted to look up at Michaela´s face, wanting to see her reaction to being filled by her. She found Michaela already hungrily looking down at her, her lashes fluttering by the beautiful sensation.

“More.” Michaela simply stated through a gasp. The demand clear as day to Francesca.

The next time she pulled out, she leaned back for a moment, really wanting to see Michaela´s face as she stretches around her fingers. She added another finger, watching as the shorter womans eyebrow furrow together, her full lips parting to release a guttural moan.

“Shit,” Francesca cursed under her breath. This sight was everything she could´ve ever dreamed of and more. Michaela opened her eyes to look down at Francesca again. Her face was flushed, her breath uneven and her eyes kept unwillingly rolling back in pleasure.

“I know, right?” She growled in a low voice with a smirk pulling on her lips. “Are you gonna let me come in your mouth?” Michaela asked with an arched brow.

A blush crept up Francesca´s neck once more, as well as a big, whole hearted grin on her face. “It would be an honor.” She replied truthfully.

“Keep going then, pretty girl.” Michaela tugged her head to her center once more, and without any resistance Francesca dove right back in.

With her legs loosely placed over Francesca´s strong shoulders, leaning back on one hand, the other one holding the girl between her thighs close, Michaela felt her legs trembling at the feeling of Francesca´s very attentive work.

Licking over her clit furiously while simultaneously plunging her long fingers in and out of Micheala, Francesca felt dizzy. The womans taste, the sounds she made – because of Francesca – the way Michaela tugged her head around to whatever angle and position felt best, and Francesca let her.

Francesca settled on a quick, intense rhythm that made Michaela´s legs shake. She listened to any little sound the shorter woman allowed to slip past her lips, getting drunk off Michaela´s audible enjoyment.

As strong thighs started tightening around Francesca´s head, the kneeling woman felt a strong wave of pleasure settling in her abdomen which had her clamping her own thighs together, trying to get just the slightest bit of pressure to release some of the tension she was feeling inside. Her hips started moving, slowly humping the air as the pressure grew and grew.

“Hm, you like that?” Michaela gasped, ever attentive. “Look at you, Frannie. So eager for me. God, I´m getting close, baby, don’t stop.” Michaela rambled between breaths.

Francesca didn’t even think about stopping right now. Instead she pushed her fingers even deeper, sucked her clit even harder and pulled her as close as humanly possible with her free hand. The obscene sounds coming from Michaela´s center accompanied by the sinful, desperate moans she was releasing made Francesca absolutely feral. She had never needed something this much before as she needed Michaela to come undone on her face right now.

She kept her relentless pace, kept pushing into Michaela as she felt her tightening around her fingers. Michaela´s hips had started to move on their own, grinding against Francesca´s face as she was wound tighter and tighter. The gorgeous fingers filling her up curled inside of her, hitting just the right spot before pulling out slightly, then pushing back in again.

“Just like that baby, ugh I´m gonna come…” Michaela drifted off, her breath hitched, and when Francesca carefully slowed her fingers movements to long and hard strokes, her hips stuttered. She pulled Francesca´s face impossibly closer, mindlessly grinding her center against it as the last strings finally snapped. Michaela released a deep, low moan, hips twitching uncontrollably, and her eyes closed in pleasure.

The wave of pleasure crashed through her body like nothing before. Francesca was simply amazing at this. Of course she would be.

Michaela rid out her orgasm against Francesca´s face, letting her lick up all the wetness that leaked down her thighs, until she had to physically drag Francesca away from her. The movement of her hand between Michaela´s thighs slowed to a halt once she felt Michaela coming down from her high.

“Oh my god.” Michaela gasped. “So you mean to tell me you´ve never done this before?” she laughed out in a breathy voice.

Francesca looked up to Michaela´s flushed face, a shy blush making an appearance on her own cheeks again. “I haven’t… was it okay?” Her eyebrow furrowed in fear of being unsatisfying to Michaela.

Michaela stared at her with a dizzy, post-orgasmic, unbelieving look in her eyes. She tilted up Francesca´s head by her chin, leaning down to capture her lips in a warm kiss.

The taste of Michaela´s juices and her tongue mixed into an addictive substance in Francesca´s mouth. When the shorter woman pulled away with a warm grin on her face, she moved to wipe the remainder of her fluids off Francesca´s face with her thumb.

“Okay?” Micheala echoed in disbelief. She leaned down, holding onto Francesca´s chin to make her hold her gaze. “You were much more than just okay, baby. You did a splendid job, Francesca. I´m so proud of you.”

A whine left Francesca´s lips involuntarily. Michaela was still playing with her, clearly not done for the evening.

Her eyes darkened as she pat the space on the bed next to her. “Come up here. And toss the shorts.” Michaela demanded.

She helped Francesca up off her knees and to a stable standing position. Then she scooched backwards, further onto the bed as she watched Francesca unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the floor. Michaela´s eyes scanned over all of Francesca´s exposed skin, taking in the sight of the beautiful, tall and fit woman standing almost naked in front of her.

Michaela watched with a sultry look in her eyes, her hand motioning for Francesca to come and join her on the bed.

Once Francesca sat down on the soft mattress Michaela pushed her back by her shoulders, making her lay back onto the pillows. Michaela came up to lay beside her, propping herself up on one elbow, the other hand tracing the faint indents the floor had left on Francesca´s knees. They were red and sore to the touch and everything Francesca had ever wanted.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough,” Michaela whispered, looking down at the discolored knees.

“Please do not worry, I enjoyed all of it, truly.” Francesca replied honestly with a shy smile at her lips.

“Yeah, I could tell,” the shorter woman teased.

Francesca froze for a moment. She did feel closer to what she guessed would be an orgasm than she had ever before. Even without any touch at all, just her touching Michaela, she had felt hotter and more aroused than she had touching herself in the past. And surely, Michaela had been attentively watching Francesca whine and squirm, even in her own dizzy state.

“I just wanna make sure you´re still enjoying it now.”

The hand that was gently rubbing soothing circles on pale knees, started moving again. Slowly travelling upwards, past Francesca´s core and to her abs, Michaela rested her hand fully on her tight abdomen.

Michaela looked up from her hand that was gliding over the other womans skin, into her eyes. The gentleness in her voice, making sure Francesca was feeling safe and well, would´ve made Francesca´s knees buckle if she hadn’t already been laying down.

When Michaela started lightly scratching her nails down Francesca´s stomach, Francesca´s eyes closed in pleasure. It was only when she felt a single, deft finger carefully dip underneat her underwear, that her eyes shot open again. She instanstly reached out for Michaela´s hand.

“I-“ Francesca averted her gaze for a second, Michaela just patiently looking at Francesca to go on, with an arched brow.

“You- you don’t have to.” Francesca simply stated.

“I want to.” Michaela resonded just as plainly, searching for Francesca´s eyes.

When their eyes reconnected Michaela could see the anxiety in her eyes, making her sit up a little next to the taller woman.

“What is it, baby?” she cooed, carefully cupping Francesca´s cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“It´s just- I uhm… I don’t know if I can…” Michaela raised an eyebrow.

“I´ve never, you know,” she swallowed, “felt… that before.” Her voice was small, almost too quiet for Michaela to hear.

She looked at Francesca with a little bit of shock painting her face. Francesca was simply too hot, too gorgeous receiving pleasure, to not know what an orgasm felt like.

The silence egged Francesca on to keep rambling, getting nervous under Michaela´s intense stare.

“And well, I just, well you know I´ve never had… this with anyone before,” she motions between them. “So obviously I haven’t… done that with someone else, but even on my own I could never make it work and I just kind of gave up, I think there´s just something wrong with me.”

Michaela´s eyes darkened at the thought of Francesca touching herself, getting herself all wet and riled up only to not be able to tip over the edge, leaving her a desperate, needy mess. She leaned in close, pushing closer into Francesca´s body, trying to feel her everywhere.

“Oh, my sweet baby.” Her voice rang out. “We will do whatever you are comfortable with.”

Michaela leaned in to Francesca´s ear, lightly brushing her soft lips over the sensitive skin there. “But I would really like to try to make you feel really good,” she added with a hungry tone, gently licking and sucking on Francesca´s earlobe.

The hand on her abdomen resumed its way back down to Francesca´s underwear once more, playing with the hem of it.

“Will you let me try to make you cum?”

“Hm, fuck- Michaela…” Francesca whined pathetically.

“That’s not an answer, Frannie.” A coy smile played at her lips.

A small moan left Francesca´s lips at the tone. She´s so fucking hot.

“Yes, yes Mikki, please…” A devilish smile crossed Michaela´s lips at the words.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teased with a grin.

“Ugh, Michaela, please touch me… I- I need you to touch me, please.” Francesca rambled, reaching out for hand splayed on her abdomen. As she grabbed her hand, looking up to reconnect their eyes, she slowly but surely dragged the smaller hand up her body, carefully placing it on her own breast.

Michaela´s hand began to move, gently squeezing the soft flesh under her palm, and her breath hitched. Francesca´s skin was so incredibly soft and smooth.

Michaela groaned, couldn’t help the words slipping her lips.

“Hmm, good girl.”

Then, Michaela hurriedly leaned in to capture Francesca´s lips once more, fully leaning over her slender body, swallowing the quiet, needy moan Francesca released at the words. The hand on Francesca´s chest started fondly squeezing and massaging the supple flesh.

The kiss was messy and wet and passionate.

Francesca´s mind was running a hundred miles an hour. She was nervous and hot and this weird feeling in her stomach wasn’t leaving her alone. Actually, it was getting worse every second she spent this close to Michaela, kissing and touching her, making her cum, tasting her on her lips.

Without disconnecting their lips Michaela moved to settle her own body between Francesca´s legs, carefully pushing her further into the mattress. Then her lips started travelling down the side of Francesca´s jaw and to her sensitive neck.

She sucked and lapped at the skin skin, not quite enough to leave hickeys, but nevertheless it rendered Francesca to a whining, needy mess below her.

Michaela travelled further down her body towards her breasts. When Francesca felt a hot, wet tongue gliding over her nipple a ragged breath made its way past her lips, her hands flying to the back of Michaela´s head in an instant to hold her in place.

She felt a moan vibrating back against her chest, her own reaction clearly having an affect on Michaela, whose hands started possessively moving across her burning skin, grabbing her hips, pushing herself further against her.

Michaela kept going lower, leaving hot kisses and soft bites across Francesca´s abdomen, licking at her twitching abs.

“You´re so fucking hot.” Michaela gasped, letting her hands roam Francesca´s body while she had her eyes fixed on the defined muscle. God, she was really into this.

Her hands travelled further, hooking her fingers into her underwear, gently tugging on it.

“Can I take this off?”

“Yes…” a breathy, nervous gasp left Francesca, her hips twitching up against the touch, making Michaela gaze up at her. She looked for any kind of uncertainty or pressure in Francesca´s face, but couldn’t find any. Francesca´s eyes were dark with hunger, her lips slightly parted and a faint trace of sweat was covering her beautiful, pale skin.

Francesca´s mind was slowly catching up to the idea of exposing herself to Michaela even further.

Michaela´s eyes shot up to Francesca´s again, watching her squirm beneath her. She moved a single hand move up to cup Francesca´s cheek again, lovingly staring into her eyes with a hunger mixed into it somewhere.

She leaned in to kiss Francesca. This time the kiss held something more than pure desire. It was intertwined with love and care and passion, and it turned Francesca´s mind into mush.

Then, Michaela leaned back, sitting up on her knees between Francesca´s legs, letting her eyes roam the body in front of her, both her hands following suit. Her hands travelled down Francesca´s neck to her breasts, gently palming them and letting her thumbs swipe over sensitive nipples. They continued further down, raking her fingernails down the hot set of abs Francesca was sporting, leaving behind goosebumps and a shiver running down Francesca´s spine.

Next, her hands came to settle on her hips again, letting her fingers hook in the taller womans underwear once more. She glanzed up to Francesca´s face again, looking for any kind of protest, only to find Francesca´s head tipped back, her lips slightly ajar and her eyes closed, reeling in the feeling of Michaela´s hands on her.

The sight is all it took for Michaela to slowly start pulling the last piece of offending clothing off Francesca´s body. Her hips lifted slightly to assist the movement, letting Michaela slide her panties down her shapely legs.

A small gasp left Michaela at the sight of her. She was absolutely drenched, her wetness making its way down pale thighs that were slightly shivering under her touch. She looked unwordly, indescribable with words. Simply stunning the way she was splayed in front of her.

“Jesus, Frannie, you´re so beautiful.” The words left her lips without a second thought. But they were nothing but honest.

The words caused Francesca´s eyes to fall open again, shyly glanzing up at the naked woman staring at her. Her own eyes couldn’t help but take in the sight. Jesus Christ.

When she looked up into Michaela´s eyes she found dark, lovely eyes already looking back at her. Her eyes were filled with honesty and devotion and Francesca couldn’t find it in herself to protest.

“Thank you...” she whispered, almost afraid to even fully acknowledge Michaela´s sweet words, as a blush shot up to her ears. She looked down at her hands which started to fidget at the attention.

Michaela´s own came to grab ahold of them, pulling them up to place a gently kiss on Francesca´s knuckles. Their gaze connected.

“I mean it, Francesca.” Her words were low, but honest nonetheless.

She leaned in close, hovering over the taller woman, bringing her lips close to her ear. “Tell me what you want.” She whispered, placing soft, sloppy kisses down her neck and nibbling on the shell of her ear.

Francesca´s hands came up to circle around Michaela´s neck, pulling her closer on top of her, releasing a breathy moan into the bedroom air heavy with sex.

“I know you can use your words, honey.” Michaela cooed. God, she was going to kill Francesca with all the petnames, it was driving her crazy.

One of Francesca´s hands travelled up Michaela´s neck to bury itself in thick dark coils, pulling her impossibly closer. Her legs wrapped around curvy hips, smushing their naked bodies into one.

“Micheala, please…” Francesca gasped.

“Please what?”

Francesca groaned, she couldn’t take any more of this torture, smashing her lips into Michaela´s.

They both released a guttural moan into each other. Between wet kisses Francesca mercilessly continued her begging, seeing no return at this point. “Please touch me, Mikki- I… I need you so bad, please.”

Michaela pulled back with a groan, her eyes dark and heavy with hunger and lust as she looked at the whining woman clinging onto her, raking her eyes over all her features, down her body, up into her own lustfilled eyes.

“Better.” She stated with a smirk before diving in.

Their lips clashed together passionately, all needy and whiny – both of them eager for more. Michaela´s hands moved over Francesca´s body, trying to memorize every bump and valley. She was greedy in her taking, hungrily palming her breasts, squeezing her thighs, grazing down her abs – she would take and take every single thing she could get her hands on.

And Francesca´s reactions were only spurring her on. The taller woman was squirming and writhing beneath her, arching her back, pushing herself further into the woman above her. Little gasps and hungry moans filled the air, neither of them sure who they belonged to.

Francesca wanted more and more and more.

Michaela slowly moved her body to straddle Francesca´s abdomen, taking her time, carefully watching Francesca´s reaction when her wet center finally made contact with the abs she´d been thinking about all night.

They both released a sultry moan at the feeling.

Francesca´s hands found their place on Michaela´s hips, squeezing the flesh there before going on to travel up and down thick, dark thighs. There was so much to touch and hold and worship, Michaela truly was a goddess.

Michaela´s hands guided Francesca´s up to her hips again, making her hold onto her curves there, before falling farward, placing her hands on each side on Francesca´s head to hold herself up.

She made sure their gaze met, before she started moving, slowly dragging her wet center up Francesca´s abdomen and then back down again.

“Holy fuck, you´re so wet…” Francesca groaned in a low voice, barely trusting her own body not to betray her.

“And whose fault is that?” Fuck.

A whimper left Francesca´s lips at the implication, trying to get Michaela´s hips to keep moving, but she knew she wasn’t getting off the hook that easily.

“I asked you a question, baby.” Michaela challenged, keeping her hips in place.

The blush on Francesca´s face deepened. “It´s- it´s mine.” It was more a question that the confident tone she was going for, but it did the job anyways.

Michaela´s lips curled into a smile at how adorable Francesca was being. It was embarrassing how much it turned her on.

Michaela leaned on one arm, the other one coming up to pull one of Francesca´s braids over her shoulder, lightly playing with it. She bit her lip. “That´s right, baby. It´s all for you.”

Then her hips started moving again. A slow pace at first, before gradually increasing her pace and pressure. She had put both her hands on Francesca´s strong shoulders by now, feeling the lean muscle moving under her hands, keeping herself up to continue grinding against Francesca´s breathtaking body.

A moan left her lips at the feeling. It was even better than she had imagined.

“You´re not the only one who has been thinking about this, you know?” she gasped in a low voice, keeping the pace of her hips.

The hands on her hips tightened, surely leaving behind traces of her fingernails where they pressed into her skin. A questioning look crossed Francesca´s face, encouraging Michaela to go on as wet noises from between their bodied started filling the atmosphere around them.

Michaela´s hips slowed, not stopping completely but decreasing her speed enough to focus on her next words. “I´ve been thinking about coming on your abs all night long…” she decided on. “I want to make a mess of you, Frannie.” She moaned as her hips started speeding up again, grinding down on Francesca with newfound vigor at the wrecked sight of her.

And honestly, Francesca was a mess already. The sight of the shorter woman towering above her, feeling her thighs shivering on each side of her waist and all the wetness – that was for her – being spread around on her stomach. She couldn’t help but moan and whimper at the feeling of it all.

She pulled Michaela back into a passionate kiss, all teeth and tongue. Her hands roamed Michaela´s body like a mad woman, palming and grabbing wherever she could, helping Michaela guide her center across her body however she pleased. Anything for her.

They spent a few minutes in this position, each one driving both of them more and more insane, both seaking release. A release Francesca didn’t even know she was looking for.

“Hmm, look at you, baby…” Michaela bit her lip, glanzing down at her. “You´re so needy aren’t you? I don’t think you´re gonna have any problems coming for me…” she trailed off, running her tongue down the side of Francesca´s throat.

A low grumble left Francesca´s throat, heat shooting up her neck and onto her face. She really hoped Michaela was right. She didn’t know if she could handle that kind of turmoil right now.

Then, as if sensing her doubts, Michaela moved her body again, this time moving to straddle just one of Francesca´s thighs, going on to grind her center against her skin there. This position however also allowed her some more access to Francesca´s own needy core.

Francesca´s thighs parted subconsciously, giving Michaela room to adjust herself. Her hands travelled down Francesca´s body, making their way to her center torturously slow.

Michaela placed her palms on Francesca´s protruding hip bones, holding her steady as she kept on her ministrations, now grinding herself against Francesca´s lean thigh.

She collapsed forwards, catching herself on one hand, next to Francesca´s head again. Her other hand now started tracing faint symbols on Francesca´s hips, gliding down to her free thigh and scratching her nails up the inner part of it. The sensation made Francesca´s legs twitch, her thighs parting to grant Michaela better access.

The hands on her thighs moved higher and higher, lightly tracing over her center before moving further to scratch across Francesca´s lower abdomen. The sound that left her throat must´ve been the most pathetic one yet, given the way Michaela turned to look at her.

“Hm, you can barely hold it, baby…” Michaela teased with a grin, reveling in the sight of the woman below her. “Is there something you need?”

“Fuck- please Michaela.” Francesca cried out, the pressure in her core having tenfolded since Michaela started touching her. “Touch me, please. Please, please…” she trailed off, shamelessly begging for Michaela´s touch in between soft gasps, as she guided Michaela´s hand down her body to cup her center.

And then, finally, she felt soft, deft fingers effortlessly gliding through the wetness of her folds. A whole-hearted moan left Francesca´s throat, her vision going blank for a second and everything turned dizzy. With a shiver running down her body she arched into the touch, desperately trying to get more of it.

“Oh, fuck, Mikki!” she gasped. The feeling is unlike anything she had ever felt. Touching herself had never felt like this. And now, right here and now, with Michaela being the one to do the touching while grinding herself against Francesca´s thigh, Francesca could feel the pressure in her core instantly start to skyrocket.

Michaela´s fingers slowly began to increase their pressure when they found Francesca´s clit, giving it all the attention it so desperately needed. They both moaned at the feeling of soft fingers gliding against the hard nub.

Michaela was still grinding herself against Francesca´s thigh, carefully watching every and any reaction Francesca would grant her. She increased the friction against Francesca´s clit even further as her eyes fell shut and her head fell back with a moan.

Francesca´s eyebrows furrowed together, and her hips started moving against Michaelas´s fingers, wanting more. Just a little while ago those fingers had been pushed down her throat, filling her up so nicely, Francesca knew what she needed now.

“Inside.” Francesca demanded with a soft voice, reconnecting their eyes. “Please…” she added desperately.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Michaela smirked, slowly removing her hand from Francesca´s dripping center.

A little whine left Francesca in protest, though not for long, as Michaela´s juice coated fingers came up to Francesca´s mouth once more, gliding wet fingers across her lips.

“Open up.” She ordered.

A small moan escaped Francesca, opening her mouth in the same motion.

She laid there for a second, Michaela´s soft fingers tracing her lips with her mouth open and waiting, tongue sticking out slightly, watching Michaela´s soft, hungry gaze above her.

The next second she felt deft fingers gliding against her tongue, into her mouth. She tasted herself on them, instantly making sure to suck every drop she could get off of Michaela´s fingers.

Her eyes closed at the feeling of having her mouth filled once more, vigorously sucking on the fingers, lapping up all of the juices Michaela had coaxed out of her. One of her hands came up to Michaela´s wrist, holding her hand in place.

Michaela released a small moan of her own at the sight.

“You like that, don’t you? Having your mouth filled up like the good girl you are?”

Francesca moaned loudly around her fingers, nodding in agreement hurriedly. Her brows furrowed trying to take Michaela´s fingers as deep as they would go, trying to show her how much she enjoyed it.
“You look so fucking hot sucking me off. I´ll remember that for the future.” Michaela whispered the last part.

Francesca´s eyes shot open with pure lust and desire in them, a new rush of wetness coating her folds at the implication of doing this again at some point. She bucked her hips against Michaela, making her own thigh ride up against Michaela´s center with pressure, making Michaela fall over and moan in pleasure, her hand pushing further down Francesca´s throat.

Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of it.

Then, Michaela pulled her fingers out with a small pop. Francesca chased after them, already missing the feeling of a full mouth. She almost started protesting when she remembered what she had actually meant when she asked for Michaela´s fingers inside. And apparently, so did Michaela.

Her spit covered hand made its way back down to Francesca´s folds, gliding through them a few times before positioning one finger at Francesca´s entrance.

She looked up to Francesca´s eyes again, “Is this what you want?”

Her tone was teasing even though the question was a genuine one.

“Yes, yes Mikki, please, I need you…”

And that was all it took for Michaela to slowly start pushing one finger inside Francesca´s tight hole. Her wet walls fluttered around her finger, seemingly sucking her in further and further.

“Oh my- ughh, fuck Mikki!” Francesca moaned, the hot, scorching flame in her abdomen instantly rushing down her legs, making her toes curl. She had felt her own fingers inside of her before but this- this was uncomparable.

Francesca groaned when she felt the single finger slowly pulling out, thankfully not all the way, before pushing its way back inside again.

Michaela slowly kept going like this, giving Francesca some time to adjust before increasing her pace gradually.

Francesca was whining and moaning and her head fell back in pleasure, reveling in this feeling, hoping the moment would never end. But she needed more.

“Another one… please.” She gasped, and Michaela listened.

The next time she pulled out the carefully added another finger, feeling the way Francesca´s walls slightly stretched around the added digit.

“Ungh- fuck, Mikki. You feel so good inside me…” Francesca whispered bashfully. She was still feeling nervous, but she needed Michaela to know how she was making her feel.

“I agree,” Michaela nodded. “You feel so good around my fingers, baby.”

Francesca released a breathy whine at the praise, pulling Michaela closer by her neck again to connect their lips.

They fell into a steady rhythm. The kiss wet and sloppy, the pace of Michaela´s hips against a pale thigh growing frantic, and the fingers inside Francesca´s wet center pushing inside harder, though the speed remained the same. Dragging her fingers out of the greedy center, Michaela curled her fingers against tight walls, effectively driving Francesca insane and closer to the unknown edge.

Francesca´s moans increased in frequency and volume and her hips started frantically moving against the hand between her legs. One of her hands had also found its way back to Michaela´s hips, encouraging her to keep going with her own ragged movement in search of another release. The movement drove Michaela insane.

“I want to see you come again,” Francesca whispered. Her eyes begging with everything she had.

Michaela moaned, increasing the friction against her own center, grinding down hard on Francesca´s thigh, while simultaneously increasing the pace of the fingers inside Francesca´s dripping cunt.
“That can be arranged.”

The wet, sloppy noises filling the air around them were filthy and the room smelled like sex and desire.

The continuous movement pushed both of them closer and closer to the edge.

Francesca was writhing, her mind overwhelmed with everything she was feeling. She looked down her body to where she and Michaela were connected. Michaela´s full hips grinding against her leg, leaving behind a wet trace, the sight of two pretty fingers disappearing between her legs, filling her up. The pressure in Francesca´s abdomen grew and grew and she felt like she was going to explode any second now, she needed to-

“Michaela,” she gasped as Michaela fucked her fingers into her with a new movement. “I- I can´t-“

“You can.” Michaela interrupted, placing a gentle kiss on Francesca´s lips. “Just let it happen, baby…” she whispered softly.

“Hmm, fuck…” Francesca moaned. “I want-“ she bit her lip in embarrassment, averting her gaze.

Michaela´s movements never faltered, winding both of them tighter and tighter

“You want what, Frannie?” she asked over the wet sounds that came from Francesca´s dripping center as she kept finger fucking her.

“I- I want… hmm fuck,” the laying woman moaned. “I want you to come with me,” she admitted bravely.

“Oh god, Francesca… I- I can do that.” Michaela stuttered. Stuttered.

Her own eyes closed in pleasure, the feeling of everything Francesca driving her incredibly close to the edge, but she held it. She needed to make sure Francesca would reach her peak before she could let go.

“But I need you to come for me first.”

Francesca moaned below her, hips twitching, hands grabbing and holding onto Michaela, brows furrowed. She felt Michaela´s fingers glide in and out of her, adding pressure in the perfect places.

“Oh, Mikki, I- Im gonna-“ she didn’t finish her sentence. Her core tightened around Michaela´s fingers, bucking her hips against her, finally tipping over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as the intense wave of pleasure finally washed over her. The fire in her core extended to every inch of her body as she curled around Michaela, pulling her impossibly closer. Her vision went black, goosebumps spread over every part of her skin, and the pressure in her abdomen finally released, exploding into thousands of different pieces, settling in the atmosphere around them.

Her hips kept grinding against the hand inside her, riding out her first orgasm for as long as humanly possible. She felt wetness gush out of her and down Michaela´s pretty fingers.

“Hmm, shit,” Michaela gasped under her breath, her hips still going at a tiring pace, grinding her wet cunt against Francesca´s soft thigh as she watched and felt her come all over her fingers. The sight alone pushed her to her own release. Though it was not as intense as the first, it left her breathlessly moaning and gasping for air. Her thighs tightened around Francesca´s, holding herself against it as her hips trembled, riding out her own climax, watching Francesca calming down from her own.

They were both trying to catch their breaths, letting the post-orgasmic bliss flow through them for a moment before opening their eyes and looking at each other once more.

A huge smile played on both their lips.

“Holy fucking shit…” Francesca breathed, pulling Michaela down to lay fully on top of her.

Michaela chuckled, accepting the new position without protest, nuzzling closer to Francesca´s neck and placing soft, loving kisses wherever she could reach. She could hear Francesca taking a deep breath, clearly inhaling her scent, before releasing a deeply satisfied groan, falling limb underneath the shorter woman.

“How are you feeling, pretty?” Michaela asked gently, placing soft kisses over her jaw, cheek, nose and forehead.

A sigh left Francesca´s lips with a gracious smile. “Splendid,” she replied simply but honestly. “What about you?”

Michaela gazed down lovingly at her. “I´m feeling amazing. You were so good, baby.”

Francesca snorted at that. “You did all the work.” She smiled up at Michaela shyly.

“Nonsense.” Michaela said lightly “I do remember you freaking out about not being able to come a few minutes ago, so…” she raised her eyebrows.

Francesca ducked her head in shame, a blush furiously coating her cheeks. Michaela reached out to cup her cheek lovingly, though she went on with a teasing tone. “I told you you weren’t gonna have any trouble coming for me, baby.”

A genuine smile crossed Francesca´s face. Finally she knew what all the fuss was about, and Michaela had been the one to show her. God, she was the luckiest woman alive.

With a grin on her face she pulled Michaela down to capture her lips again. The kiss was slow and passionate and less sex-filled than their previous kisses. Francesca tried to put her everything into the kiss, trying to communicate everything she was feeling for the other woman without having to say it out loud.

“Thank you for showing me all this,” she whispered, turning herself and Michaela to the side so they would lay next to each other, gazing into each other eyes. She cupped Michaela´s cheek, letting her thumb lightly glide across the soft skin there.

Michaela let her eyes close at the gentle touch, exhaling a soft sigh, before looking into Francesca´s eyes again.

“And there´s so much more to show…” she said in a sultry voice, her eyes darkening slightly as she bit her lip.

Francesca gulped. “There´s more?” she questioned with wide eyes.

“Oh, sweetie…” Michaela cooed, “We´ve only just begun.”

Francesca´s eyes turned hungry, she couldn’t believe Michaela still wanted to do this again in the future. But surely Michaela would know how to let a girl down easy if she wasn’t interested anymore. Francesca would just revel in the feeling that right now Michaela wanted her, for as long as it would last.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Francesca asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“That depends. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Well, I was hoping we could see each other again tomorrow,” her voice came out small. Almost shy, even after everything they had just done together.

Michaela raised an eyebrow. “Are you not staying the night?”

Now it was Francesca´s turn to tease her about her slightly anxious tone. A small grin made it way onto her face as she tugged the woman closer to her own body. “I am,” she reassured with a passionate kiss. “But I am also meeting Pen for brunch tomorrow.”

“Ugh, booring.” Michaela rolled her eyes. She didn’t really want to think of the other woman right now. Her hands found Francesca´s waist again, pulling her close.

Francesca glanzed at her with a knowing smile on her lips. She knew Michaela wasn’t fond of Penelope, though she couldn’t exactly place why.

“But,” Francesca placed a kiss on Michaela´s cheek, “I would love to come back here afterwards.”

Michaela smiled at her, Francesca´s genuine tone clearly calming her mind about her other activities.

“It´s a date then.”

They fell asleep shortly after, Francesca had pulled the light covers up over their bodies to protect them from the cold of the night. They fell into a deep slumber pressed together, holding each other in their arms.

The next morning was spent in similar fashion. They spent a while just laying there after waking up, grazing each others skin and exchanging soft, loving kisses until they had to get up for Francesca to not be late to her brunch meeting with Penelope.

She was looking forward to meeting the other woman as they did not attend the same university and thus, didn’t see each other that often. But right now she wanted nothing more than return to bed with Michaela and resume to last nights activities. She felt addicted to the feeling. Now that she had had it, she wanted to do it all over and over again. She couldn’t wait to return to Michaela´s flat this afternoon.