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Spring air pushed through the half-open windows, rustling napkins on the tidy dinette tables and wafting in the scent of the rose bushes that ringed the restaurant. The diner was suffused with all the promises of a new season.
Shirley and Lupe had just left, paying their part of the tab and bustling out the door, which banged closed as the wind took it. There were just a few diners left as it neared closing time, nursing coffee or, in the case of Greta and Carson, dessert.
Waving as their teammates walked out the door, Carson turned back to Greta sitting across from her.
“Glad they finally took the hint,” Greta said, the corners of her lips pulling into a smirk as their eyes met.
“Shirley, I love her, but she’s just –” Carson stumbled for words, gesturing instead.
“—there,” Greta finished.
“Yes! Thank you, she’s just so there,” Carson said, stabbing her slice of key lime pie for emphasis.
Both of them fell silent, taking a long moment to just look at each other. Carson studied Greta’s face, quiet as she slid her gaze from lips to eyes to neck and back again. All Carson could think about was how much she wanted to touch her. How she wanted to trace her finger slowly from Greta’s chin down her throat, down her chest, down and down and down…
It was everyone’s first day back in Rockford for the new season, and this was the first moment Greta and Carson had to be alone – and they knew it wouldn’t last long. Curfew was soon, and Sarge would be very strict tonight.
“It’s so good to see you Carson,” Greta said, her words slow like honey. “I loved all of your letters, but there’s nothing like having you sitting across from me.”
Carson’s eyes flicked down to the table. Her hands were six inches from Greta’s, but felt like miles. It would be so easy to just reach across. Her skin tingled with anticipation.
“Carson,” Greta said, trying to get her attention. “You still in there?”
Carson shook her head. “Yeah, sorry, I just – got lost for a second,” she said, a red flush burning in her cheeks.
“We should get out of here,” Greta said, waving for the check.
Back to the house, back to her team, back to Greta. Carson inhaled deeply, the happiest she’d been in a long time.
“Yeah, we’d better,” Carson agreed, standing. She grabbed her brown leather clutch and motioned for Greta to move in front of her. She was trying so hard to look at her feet instead of Greta’s fantastic ass –but not hard enough. Carson tripped on the threshold and practically fell into Greta as she tried to get her balance.
Greta turned just in time for Carson to grab onto her arm, and they both gasped with surprise, then started laughing. “Wow, I knew you missed me but you literally just threw yourself at me,” Greta said.
“I mean, can you blame me?” Carson said, still trying to steady herself.
Greta was intensely aware of Carson’s hand on her bare arm, and then at how close they were together. It felt like everything stopped for a minute, and all she could feel was Carson’s hip pushed against hers, the way she smelled, how near she was.
“I’ll have to trip more often,” Carson said as they untangled themselves.
Carson pushed away and they began to walk side by side, slowly at first. Greta looked down and caught a glimpse of Carson’s calf, watching the muscle work as she stepped. She wanted to slide her hand up the back of her leg. Being this close to Carson made her feel delirious, out of control, wild. The idea of waiting made her ache.
As they passed a dimly-lit alley, Greta impulsively grabbed Carson’s hand.
“This way is better,” Greta said as Carson stifled a yelp. With a firm grip, Greta led her into the secluded alley.
“Is this a shortcut or something? Are you sure? Where does --,” Carson said, her words cut off as Greta pushed her up against the cool brick wall.
Greta put her hands on the wall alongside Carson’s face. Greta leaned closer, so much closer. They weren’t touching, but Carson could feel the heat pouring off of her.
“I missed you,” Greta whispered, her mouth so close that she felt Greta’s lip brush against her ear. “Missed this.”
Carson gulped in air, tossing aside her one fleeting thought of caution. She put an arm around Greta’s waist and pulled her in close. She could feel Greta’s breath against her neck and smell her perfume. The weight of her body made her feel almost drunk.
Carson let out a loud sigh, and Greta laughed into her neck. “I guess you missed me too.”
Greta was teasing her now, and Carson decided she was happy to lose that game.
“Yes,” Carson said. “This much.”
She twined her fingers into Greta’s hair, pulled her head back and kissed her hard. Greta parted her lips and pushed Carson into the wall as she deepened their kiss.
“How is it possible for someone to taste so good,” Greta said into Carson’s mouth once they finally broke their kiss.
“I don’t know, but I want to be your every meal,” Carson said as she kissed Greta again, slipping her hand up the back of her blouse. She felt a wave of white hot fire wash over her, and she didn’t care anymore about Sarge, or their curfew, or anything else.