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“Just, don’t be weird, alright?” Kirsten pleaded through the speaker of her handsfree as she battled her way through morning rush hour.
“You know you’re asking a lot of me right?” Kythie responded, rummaging in her fridge for something vaguely nutritious to consume for breakfast.
Kirsten smiled to herself, dropping the car into first causing it to crawl forward an inch or so, “aye, I know.”
“Why have you invited her anyway? If you’re so worried about your mates being themselves.” Kythie was Kirsten’s oldest friend, and had therefore appointed herself as Chief Organiser of Kirsten’s birthday celebrations. Kirsten had been very specific about not wanting a fuss to be made, which Kythie had decidedly ignored. All Kirsten had been told was to be at their local for 8pm that Friday night.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to be yourself, it’s just,” she paused and let out a frustrated sigh, “I like her, alright? And I want her to feel included.”
“Awh, you’ve got an ickle crush?” Kythie cooed down the phone in a deliberately antagonising manner, causing Kirsten to roll her eyes.
“I won’t turn up if you carry on.”
“Well, that’d be even weirder wouldn’t it? All your pals and the bird you fancy in one room without you there.”
“Bird?!” Kirsten exclaimed.
“Aye, I’ve been binging Top Boy the past few nights, becoming a bit of a gangster.” Kythie rummaged through a kitchen drawer for a knife, balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder. Kirsten laughed lightly again.
“Right. So, have you heard me then? Message received in wee Kythie land?” Kirsten asked, inching the car forward a little more.
“Aye. Message received. Be even weirder than normal in front of your latest squeeze.”
“I do know how to kill you and get away with it, y’know?”
“But then your life would be so very boring, wouldn’t it?”
“Ok, I’m hanging up now.” Kirsten chimed and Kythie snorted.
“Oh, charming! You call me, give me your orders, then fuck off. I’m doing well, thanks for asking.”
“Aye, so glad to hear. Ok, must dash, I’m very busy and important.”
“Hmm. I know you’re grinning like a cheshire cat too which makes it all the more irritating, alas, I must love you for who you are. Farewell.” Kythie hit the red button on her phone and chucked the device down on the kitchen counter, shaking her head briefly.
Kirsten closed her eyes and leant back against the headrest. Silently berating the fool that had managed to drive their car into the central reservation and cause this backlog, she contemplated calling Amy to let her know she’d be in later than planned. Deciding on just dropping her a text instead, she replayed the events of the other night.
They had been getting dinner together after a late finish at work, Amy had asked what Kirsten was up to on Friday night and one thing had led to another. Before she could really consider what she was saying Kirsten had invited Amy along to the gathering. Since then, she had been fretting about whether it was too soon to introduce her to her friends.
Kirsten loved her girls. They were loud and boisterous and unapologetic, much like herself. She also knew that Amy would love them too, but there was a certain part of her personality that she reserved for the people that had known her since she was a teen. Kirsten wasn’t sure if she was ready for Amy to see that side of her yet. In fact, she hadn’t really introduced many of her love interests to her friends.
Kirsten’s mind then churned over the realisation that Amy probably meant more to her than anyone else she’d ever been involved with. It wasn’t a coincidence that she’d felt so comfortable to casually suggest that she come along. Amy had looked a little taken aback at the invite to begin with, but Kirsten could see her soften and warm up to the idea. She’d agreed after very little persuasion to come by for a quick drink, making it clear she didn’t want to intrude or interrupt her time with her friends.
That admission had caused Kirsten to melt. Previous partners had seldom been that trusting of her, always wanting to be involved with her social life in some way. She understood, of course she did. But there seemed to be a level of maturity to the connection she shared with Amy. Amy was confident enough in herself to let Kirsten have a life away from their involvement, and that meant the World to Kirsten.
*
“You’re sure it’s not weird? Are any other,” Amy paused, considering her next words carefully, “plus ones coming?” Kirsten smirked at Amy’s deliberate choice of words, she understood that Amy didn’t really know what to refer to them as just yet, it had only been a few months.
“Plus ones? Nice side step,” Kirsten winked and Amy rolled her eyes, “no, but that doesn’t matter. It’s my birthday and I’d like you to be there, if only for a little while.” Kirsten’s eyes shone and Amy ducked her head bashfully.
“Alright, shall I meet you there then?” Amy asked, gathering her belongings from her desk.
“Aye, sure. It starts at 8.” Kirsten smiled and Amy nodded dutifully, she could tell that Amy was apprehensive. Standing up she walked over to where Amy was putting her coat on, mindful that they were at work still.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” Kirsten observed Amy gently, “I’ve told them to be on their best behaviour.”
“I’m sure they’re great.” Amy responded, crossing back over to her desk she grabbed her bag, squeezing Kirsten’s arm gently on her way to the lift.
Kirsten felt fraudulent for telling Amy that she had nothing to be nervous about, she could feel butterflies in her own stomach about the evening ahead. Sighing deeply she sat back down at her desk, checking the clock she decided she had another twenty minutes before she’d have to leave.
*
Amy was pacing. She hadn’t felt this nervous for a very long time. Since Kirsten had invited her to this evening she’d drafted umpteen messages explaining why she wouldn’t be able to make it. A last minute emergency with Poppy, her Mum calling her last minute in tears, her sister dropping by unexpectedly. She couldn’t bring herself to send any of them though, knowing deep down that if she wanted things to progress with Kirsten then this was a step she needed to take.
She usually wasn’t bothered about meeting her partners friends for the first time, on the few occasions in her life that she’d done it it had always gone well. Amy loved getting to see the person she was with through the eyes of people already in their life, she enjoyed indulging in stories from their shared past, revelling in how much more connected it made her feel to whoever she was with.
This felt soon though, almost too soon if she was completely honest with herself. When she’d mixed in the social circles of boyfriends in the past they had always been an official item. That was a conversation that she and Kirsten just hadn’t got around to having yet, and it unnerved her.
She checked the clock, 19:07. She’d need to leave in twenty minutes and she still didn’t have a clue what she was going to wear. It was at a local pub, so she didn’t want to go in too dolled up. She also wanted to feel attractive, she wanted Kirsten to want her.
Rifling through her closet she threw a few shirts on the bed along with a several pairs of jeans. She sighed, raking her eyes over the pile of clothes. She decided that she needed some Dutch courage before she could land on anything for certain, beelining to the fridge she swooped a chilled bottle of Viognier off the bottom shelf and poured herself a large glass. Breathing deeply she returned to her bedroom and started trying combinations on.
*
“Here she is! The birthday girlie!” Kythie bellowed from the other side of the pub, Kirsten shook her head and cringed.
She flicked her eyes over to where she’d heard Kythie’s voice and saw that Amy was already sitting right in the middle of her friends, her head was thrown back and she was laughing at something somebody had said. She was glowing and Kirsten’s breath momentarily caught in her throat. She felt her chest flush with something warm and honey like.
“Aye, yes, thanks foghorn.” Kirsten quipped as she approached the table, pulling Kythie into a tight squeeze before making her way around the table to greet her friends. Amy’s eyes drifted to watching Kirsten interact with the people closest to her for the first time, she felt giddy with adoration.
There was commotion at the table about what drinks they were going to order next, Kirsten was still doing the rounds and saying her hellos, she made it to Amy who had stood up to hug her.
“I hope they’ve looked after you.” Kirsten breathed into her ear, pulling back she stayed in Amy’s space for a moment. Amy reached her hand up to her cheek and gently ran her thumb over her cheekbone before brushing some of her hair to one side.
“I’ve been here twenty minutes and almost wet myself from laughing, twice.” Amy responded and Kirsten felt relief flood through her.
“Here, Ginge,” Mel shouted from the other end of the table, “put your missus down and give us a hand with these bevs will you?”
Kirsten was about to explain that Amy wasn’t technically her missus but thought better of it, she was sure there’d be more than enough time to field awkward questions later on.
Drinks were flowing and conversations were being had in every direction. Amy centred herself in all of it, looking around at Kirsten’s friends with intrigue. She was having a good time, a better time than she’d anticipated having in fact. On the whole, Kirsten’s friends were raucous and funny and complicated, qualities that Amy loved to find in others. The group reminded her of her own friends back down South. She noticed a yearning to be surrounded by them again.
Kirsten was currently sitting at the end of the table, having been hoisted onto Mel’s lap after much protest. It seemed that Kythie was trying to convince Kirsten that another round of shots would be a good idea, Amy could hear Kirsten arguing back but had a feeling that Kythie would end up winning.
“So, Amy, I hear you’re K’s boss?” Jaz leant over the table to make herself heard, she seemed to be the quietest of the bunch and Amy had noticed her stoically observing that evening’s antics as they unfolded.
“Oh, yeah. Well, sort of! It’s a bit complicated in the force with ranks and titles, but I’m a bit more senior than she is.” Amy smiled kindly and noted that Jaz didn’t return the same warmth.
“How does that work then? With you two being together I mean.” Jaz asked bluntly and Amy felt herself floundering.
“Give her a break Jaz, Jesus!” Sophie chipped in after hearing the second half of their exchange. Amy sighed a bit in relief.
“What?! I’m just curious, that’s all. I don’t mean anything by it.” Jaz retorted and Sophie made a snoring noise.
“Who fucking cares how it works for them? The point is that it does, have another bev will you?” Sophie quipped, pushing Jaz’s glass of wine closer to her. Jaz rolled her eyes and looked back at Amy who had remained rather quiet.
“No, it’s alright, I don’t mind,” Amy began and Sophie smiled at her gently, “we’re still figuring some bits out, but on the whole it works pretty well between us.”
“I’m protective,” Jaz shared and Amy nodded in understanding, “she’s got a heart of literal gold, it’s important to me that she’s happy.”
Sophie snorted and Jaz put her middle finger up in her direction.
“Right, so now that interrogation is finally over, Aims can I buy you another drink?” Sophie motioned towards her almost empty glass. Amy looked up towards the clock and saw that it was close to 10pm. She debated saying no and making her excuses to leave, wanting to give Kirsten time with her friends.
As if reading her mind Sophie leaned in a bit closer, Amy could smell red wine on her breath, “stay for as long as you like, K wants you here and that means we do too.”
Amy beamed and decided that Sophie was her favourite so far.
“In that case, sure. I’ll have the same again.”
“That you will, and what about you Jazzy Jeff, anything from the bar?” Sophie shouted across the table.
“Same again please slaps.” Jaz responded and Amy made a mental note to ask where that nickname came from later on.
Amy stood up and followed Sophie in the direction of the bar, she could feel the copious amount of G&Ts she’d consumed float to her head. Kirsten caught her eye and winked at her, Amy blushed a little whilst figuring out the direction of the loo.
“It’s over there dolls, to the right hand side of the entrance.” Mel shouted from her place at the table, Amy turned around and nodded gratefully.
“Erm, I’m obsessed with her K, well done you.” Kythie commented to a chorus of approving hums and nods.
“Yeah?”
“100%. There aren’t many people I know that could be around us lot and hold their own in the way she has. She’s fucking lovely, honestly.” Kirsten felt herself light up and Kythie’s words, looking around the table at her friends she had a moment of true appreciation for them.
“She’s hot too, Jesus those legs?!” Rachael quipped from her place seated besides Mel. Kirsten, still perched on Mel’s knee, reached over and whacked her on the arm.
“What?!” Rachael exclaimed. Kythie was doubled up laughing.
“What have I missed?” Sophie asked, placing a tray of drinks in the centre of the table.
“Rach fancies Amy, it’s a whole thing.” Mel hollered and Kirsten erupted with laughter too.
Amy returned a few moments later and noticed that the table had fallen suspiciously quiet. She eyed a few of the girls, uncomfortable with the obvious pause in conversation.
“Amy you’ve got another admirer.” Jaz quipped, shaking her head at her friends antics.
“Oh?” Amy smiled awkwardly.
“Ignore them, babe. They’re wind up merchants.” Kirsten said, standing up to join Amy where she was sitting.
Sophie handed out the drinks she’d just bought at the bar, Amy took a long pull from hers, grateful for the top up.
Kirsten kneeled down beside Amy, causing the older woman to turn and face her.
“You look unbelievable tonight, my god.” Kirsten breathed into her ear, causing an eruption of goosebumps to smatter across her neck.
“Yeah?” Amy asked, slightly bashful.
“Those jeans, that shirt, the heels. I can’t stop staring at you.” Kirsten shamefully raked her eyes up and down Amy’s form, much to the displeasure of some of her friends who had noticed the interaction taking place.
“Alright, lads, get a room. You look like you want to eat her alive.” Sophie motioned towards Kirsten. Amy laughed and Kirsten just shook her head, ignoring the comment entirely.
“They’re animals.” She said loudly enough for those around them to hear, she winked at Amy again.
“You also look, well,” Amy cleared her throat and took another sip of her drink, “gorgeous.”
Kirsten blushed whilst revelling in the butterflies that fluttered through her stomach every time Amy complimented her. She couldn’t believe they were here, especially considering where their connection had begun.
“It’s all for you.” Kirsten replied simply and Amy shifted in her seat.
“Do you want to sit properly?” Amy asked, conscious of the uncomfortable position Kirsten was in.
“No love, all good. Gonna pop to the loo myself. There has been a casual mention of clubbing, just to warn you.” Kirsten gave Amy a lopsided grin and scrunched her nose up.
“Christ.” Amy breathed and Kirsten chuckled lightly before leaning in and giving her a peck on the lips. This action didn’t go unnoticed by the table, who whooped and hollered in their direction. Kirsten stuck her middle finger up and sauntered over to the ladies.
*
They stepped out into the biting Edinburgh air. The wind whipped against their shuddering forms as they rolled out of the pub and onto the club. Amy couldn’t recall the last time she’d been clubbing and had regret already about agreeing to go with them.
Sophie sidled up beside her and linked their arms together, Amy glanced over and smiled.
“She doesn’t really bring people around us that often.” Sophie said and Amy noted that she didn’t really know how to respond.
“Ah, ok.” She tried, feeling a little hopeless.
“I can see why she wanted to have you here this evening, you fit right in.” Sophie smiled and Amy could tell that the alcohol was starting to take effect. Somewhere behind them Kirsten had started singing It’s My Party, Lesley Gore she was not.
“Thanks, that’s nice to hear.” Amy responded simply.
“Don’t hurt her though,” Sophie slurred, “I know Jaz went about it a bit heavy handed earlier but her sentiment was spot on,” she stumbled a little and Amy did her best to keep her upright, “Kirsten loves really easily, and that makes her vulnerable y’know?”
Amy felt a shift of discomfort in the base of her stomach, she didn’t really know what to do with that responsibility.
“I have no intention of hurting her.” Amy assured, ignoring the nervousness pulling at her throat.
“This way bitches!” Rachael hollered from the front of the pack as they group veered left onto a different side street.
Amy shook her head and smiled to herself for the umpteenth time that evening.
“Oi, Soph, get your own woman.” Kirsten shouted, picking up the pace to wedge herself in between them both. Sophie scoffed and stumbled a bit to the side.
“Careful.” Amy admonished, realising she was certainly more sober than the rest of the group. She had the realisation that that would have to change if she was going to survive clubbing.
“No, shan’t be careful, you’re mine.” Kirsten stated simply, Sophie made retching noises whilst dropping in step with Mel and Jaz who were deep in conversation behind them.
“Hi.” Kirsten rested her head on Amy’s shoulder, which prompted the other woman to kiss her gently on her forehead.
“Oh, hello.” Amy replied coyly.
“Are you having a good time?” Kirsten asked, slurring a little.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that, birthday girl?” Amy replied.
“Oh yeah, it is my birthday,” Kirsten shook her head drunkenly, “I didn’t want to say anything but I did notice the significant lack of a present.”
Amy laughed out loud, nudging the other girl slightly.
“I’ve got you something, don’t you worry. It’s actually in your flat already, I planted it there the other night.” Amy shared proudly.
Kirsten gasped dramatically. “No you didn’t! Really?! Where is it?”
Amy saw childlike excitement dance across Kirsten’s eyes. If you were to ask her a few years later when she fell in love with Kirsten Longacre she’d have picked this moment right here. So much so that she found herself wishing she could take a picture of it and keep it under her pillow for safe keeping.
Her heart swelled, her breathing increased, her eyes shone with emotion.
“Well, you’ll have to wait until your actual birthday to find out.”
“Thats ages away though!” Kirsten exclaimed.
“Love, it’s literally tomorrow.” Amy replied.
“Hmph. Alright, alright. I thought you might have said you were wearing my present or something.” Kirsten shared, lowering her voice in that drunken way that meant it wasn’t really lowered at all.
“DC Longacre,” Amy chided, “you know you can have me whenever you want.”
Kirsten’s breath hitched, “shall we sack this lot off and go back to mine?”
Amy laughed at the seriousness of Kirsten’s tone.
“The night is still young, you can definitely take me back to yours though.” Amy flirted.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Kirsten said sharply, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“Christ, how much longer do we have to walk? These heels are quickly killing me.” Kythie shouted from the middle of the pack.
“We’re here now mardy bum.” Rachael responded, gesturing just up ahead to a long queue of huddled party goers all waiting to head inside. Amy could feel the bass from the music as it bled out into the street, she shook her head and quietly acknowledged that she felt entirely too old for this.
*
They stood in a group by the bar, coats and bags had been dutifully discarded in the cloakroom on their way into the club. Amy scanned the room and noticed just how young everybody looked.
“Anyone else feel 102?” Mel commented, as if reading Amy’s mind. Amy laughed and nodded vehemently.
“I honestly feel like I should have shuffled in here on a zimmer frame.” Amy responded and Mel chuckled.
“Shots!” Kythie yelled and Amy could hear Kirsten’s protests over the suffocatingly loud music.
Kirsten caught Amy’s eye and gestured towards the dance floor. Amy initially shook her head, not feeling drunk enough to make a fool of herself amongst a clan of teenagers just yet. Kirsten then gave her her best puppy dog stare, which caused Amy to roll her eyes and hold her hand to Kirsten across the group.
“Yay!” Kirsten shouted.
Amy barged their way into the middle of the dance floor, settling on the fact that that would draw less attention to them than loitering awkwardly on the edge of the action.
Kirsten turned around and rolled her hips into Amy. Amy’s hands dropped to her waist and held her close. Amy marvelled in the way Kirsten’s body moved against hers, she allowed her hands to drift across Kirstens stomach, pulling her even closer.
The DJ changed direction, mixing whatever Gen Z noise was currently blaring with No Games by Serani.
“This is something I can get on board with.” Amy said loudly into Kirsten’s ear, turning the other girl around so they could dance face to face. Amy lifted her arms in the air and rolled her body in time with the beat. She closed her eyes and felt like she was in an entirely different universe, it freed her in a way she’d forgotten was possible.
When she opened her eyes Kirsten was staring intently at her. She’d all but stopped moving, seemingly too enamoured by the sight of Amy letting go in front of her.
“Can I help you?’ Amy asked, raising her voice a little to make sure she was heard.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Kirsten had her mouth pressed into Amy’s ear.
Amy just laughed and shook her head, not entirely sure what to do with Kirsten’s admission. As if on cue, Mel wrestled her way over to where they were dancing with two Jaeger bombs proudly in hand.
Kirsten leaned back a little, keeping her arm closely encircled around Amy’s waist. They took the shots from Mel, clinking their glasses together before downing the syrupy brown liquid in one go. Amy scrunched her face up and Kirsten laughed before sloppily kissing her cheek. Mel graciously took their glasses back over to the bar with the promise of bringing everybody else over to dance.
*
“I want to take you back to mine now.” Kirsten shouted in Amy’s ear.
“Would that be ok with everyone?” Amy asked, leaning into Kirstens side.
“I don’t care, I can’t take it anymore.” Kirsten pleaded and Amy’s breath hitched somewhere deep in her throat. She noticed her jaw unhinge lightly and she also registered Kirsten notice, which caused the redhead to grab her hand and lead her through the crowd.
They managed to locate Kythie and Mel who appeared to be deep in discussion at the bar, Kirsten was too inebriated to ask where the rest of the group had gone.
“We’re going home now.” Kirsten stated simply. Kythie wiggled her eyebrows and Mel stood to pull Amy into a hug.
“You’re a good’un Aims, hope to see you again soon.” Mel kissed her cheek as she pulled back. Amy smiled and nodded.
“Come here hot stuff.” Kythie motioned towards Amy to step into a hug, Amy just laughed and squeezed Kythie tightly.
“Ok, put her down will you.” Kirsten quipped. Kythie stood back with her hands hanging in the air with faux innocence.
“Thank you for this,” Kirsten directed her thanks towards Kythie, “I love you endlessly.”
“Aye, love you too. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!” Kythie called out as Kirsten and Amy tore their way through the crowd and headed for the exit.
*
“They loved you babe!” Kirsten stated gleefully, swinging their joined hands back and forth.
“They’re fabulous, I understand why you like them so much.” Amy complimented whilst the bitter chill of the evening returned to her lungs.
“Do you want to get a cab?” Kirsten asked, observing how Amy shivered.
“No, we’re not far are we?” Amy asked.
“Nah,” Kirsten clocked they’re surroundings, “15 minutes max.”
“Perfect, I’m hoping the fresh air will sober me up a bit.”
“Oh? Anything in particular you want to be sober for?” Kirsten asked innocently.
“Just thinking about the impending hangover that’s all.” Amy smirked at Kirsten’s crestfallen face.
“Right, yeah course.” Kirsten muttered dejectedly.
“That and this mind-blowing sex I’ve started having with this girl.” Amy offered and Kirsten beamed.
“Tell me more about her.” Kirsten probed, dodging a group of guys that had congregated outside her local chippy.
“Oh, not much to share really,” Amy began causing Kirsten to scoff, “she’s gorgeous, fabulous in the sack. Got a brain on her. Great conversationalist, fancies herself as a comedienne.”
“She sounds pretty fucking great if you ask me.”
“Yeah,” Amy turned to silently observe Kirsten’s side profile for a moment, “she’s alright.”
*
They stumbled through Kirsten’s front door. Amy discarded her bag and started tugging at her coat. Kirsten was everywhere, hands in her hair, tongue in her mouth. She groaned and Kirsten swallowed the sound directly from her.
Freeing herself of her own coat she impatiently pawed at Kirsten’s, pulling it over her shoulders and dropping it onto the floor. She pulled away to take her heels off, but Kirsten insisted that she keep them on. This prompted Amy to quirk her eyebrow upwards, Kirsten stared at her hungrily which gave Amy all of the explanation she needed.
Kirsten stepped forward and pinned Amy against the hallway wall. She ghosted her hands under Amy’s shirt, scratching her nails across her lower back whilst rolling her tongue into Amy’s open mouth.
“God, Kirsten.” Amy breathed, shuddering lightly at the feel of Kirsten against her. Kirsten’s knee slid between Amy’s legs, she shifted upwards and Amy sighed deeply at the contact.
Somewhere in Amy’s drunken state there was a gentle desire to stick to the plan she’d formulated earlier. Wanting to give Kirsten the first of a few birthday gifts, she’d fantasied about going down on Kirsten in a location other than her bed.
The thought of them both succumbing to desperation and having to have each other scratched and pulled at a thread buried somewhere deep within Amy’s libido.
Amy stepped forward, pushing herself off of the wall, taking Kirsten in her stride and pinning her up against the closed living room door. Kirsten allowed a surprised giggle to escape her lips. Amy began kissing Kirsten’s neck, wanting as much of her as possible.
“Let’s,” Kirsten panted, “let’s take this upstairs.”
“No,” Amy commanded, “I’m having you here.” Amy moved to take Kirsten’s shirt off, pulling it off over her head whilst trailing her lips hotly over her chest. Kirsten sighed, threading her fingers through Amy’s short brown locks. She pulled Amy away from her chest by her hair, guiding her mouth back to her own. Amy slid her tongue into Kirsten’s mouth, moving her hands to lift Kirstens leg off the ground, encouraging her to wrap it around her waist.
Kirsten shifted, torn between insisting that they move to the bedroom and succumbing to the drowning sensation that was encouraging her to stay exactly where she was. Amy bit her bottom lip, pulling it towards her, and Kirsten made her mind up pretty quickly after that.
“What are you going to do to me?” Kirsten breathed, lolling her head backwards so it thumped gently against the door. She felt Amy smile against her chest.
“I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth.” Amy stated and Kirsten canted her hips forward.
“Fuck.” She breathed and Amy grinned to herself again. Amy deftly unclasped Kirsten’s bra, hurriedly removing the item from her chest, flinging it on the floor besides them.
She leaned forward greedily, attaching her hand to the underside of Kirstens thigh she hoisted upwards whilst taking Kirsten’s nipple between her lips. Kirsten groaned loudly, feeling the base of her back prick with sweat. She closed her eyes, revelling in the way Amy sucked and bit at her.
“Fuck, Amy.” Kirsten mumbled, moans now falling away unchecked.
With that, Amy dropped to her knees. On any other evening she would’ve taken much longer to tease Kirsten, priding herself on worshipping her body like no other. But tonight, tonight was for the quick and the dirty.
She unbuttoned Kirsten’s jeans, pulling them down her legs. Kirsten wrapped her hand in her hair again, pulling her backwards so she could establish eye contact. She maintained a steady gaze as Amy opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to press against her. Kirsten groaned, she let her hand fall away from Amy’s hair and made a move to shift her own underwear to the side.
Anticipating Kirsten’s intention Amy took her hand and pinned it back to her side.
“If you try that again I’ll take even longer.” Amy chastised and Kirsten felt her knees buckle at Amy’s tone. She was floating, she wanted to sketch this moment on the back of her eyelids so she could drown in it every time she closed her eyes.
Amy shifted to encourage Kirsten to step out of her jeans. Pushing her firmly back against the door as soon as the offending garment was discarded of. Amy continued to lap at Kirsten through her panties, loving the muted taste of Kirsten on her tongue.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Amy demanded.
“Amy,” Kirsten sighed, feeling her head spin at the pace all of this was moving at, she steadied herself before flicking her eyes downwards to meet Amy’s intense stare, “I,” she stumbled, “I have to feel you properly.”
Amy had discovered that it took a lot for Kirsten to beg, she loved it when it happened such was the rarity of the occasion. Amy wanted more. She wanted to hear Kirsten need her.
“More, tell me more.” Amy said, before going back to ghosting her tongue over Kirsten again and again. She grasped Kirstens leg to throw it over her shoulder, her other hand clawing at the back of her standing leg.
“Amy, you know what I want.” Kirsten breathed, lacing her fingers through Amy’s hair again.
“No, I don’t.”
“I just told you.”
Amy loosened her hand from behind Kirsten and used it to pull Kirsten’s panties to the side. Kirsten groaned, misinterpreting the action as a step towards getting what she wanted.
Amy continued to tease her though, using the tip of her tongue to run over her, deliberately withholding the pressure she had learnt Kirsten so desperately liked.
“Aims, I swear to god.” Kirsten felt like she was on fire. It was too much and not enough at the same time and she felt herself paradoxically suspended between those two states. Amy continued, lightly licking and flicking her tongue. She shifted on her knees so she could come a little closer.
“Fuck,” Kirsten ground her hips, trying to produce the friction she needed herself, this caused Amy to pull back, becoming even lighter with her touch.
“Alright, alright fuck,” Kirsten crumbled, “fuck me, Amy, god I’m so fucking serious.” Amy moaned and Kirsten had the sudden realisation that Amy got off on this. This wasn’t something they’d really explored together yet, and it caused her feelings to shift. If Amy enjoyed hearing her beg, she was more than happy to oblige.
“Hmm,” Amy hummed against her, “so good for me.”
Kirsten moaned so dirtily she would’ve been embarrassed if she wasn’t so caught up in the need of it all.
Amy flattened her tongue and ran it through Kirsten’s heat, she repeated this multiple times, revelling in the way Kirsten’s hips twitched and shifted. She then made quick work of pulling back and ridding Kirsten of her panties. Returning to their position she attached her mouth to Kirsten again, groaning at the tight pull of Kirsten’s fist in her hair.
She flicked her eyes upwards and caught Kirsten’s stare. She looked so fuckable Amy almost couldn’t stand it. Her hair was stuck to parts of her face, her mouth was agape, her lids hung lowly over her intense gaze.
Amy doubled her efforts, tracing her tongue over Kirsten in a pattern she knew she couldn’t get enough of. She had started to grind lewdly against her mouth and Amy felt like she was covered in Kirsten.
“That,” Kirsten panted, rolling her eyes back in her head, “feels so fucking good.” She breathed out the rest of her sentence hurriedly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she would lose the ability to articulate her appreciation.
She knew from their previous times of doing this that Kirsten would need her fingers inside of her to come. She teased her entrance with her middle finger and heard Kirsten gasp at the addition of pressure there.
“Oh Amy, Jesus, fuck.” Kirsten babbled and Amy had the thought that she hoped the neighbours could hear them, she wanted them to know how well she could fuck.
Amy took little time of slipping her finger inside, groaning gutturally at the sensation of Kirsten’s heat encasing her skin for the first time that evening. Kirsten let out a high pitched moan and Amy watched as her head titled further back against the door.
She fucked up into Kirsten, sliding her finger repeatedly over the spot that Kirsten loved. Amy also changed the pattern her tongue was making, knowing that stimulating Kirsten in this way meant that she needed a lighter but quicker motion.
“Aims, fuck, I can’t,” Kirsten stumbled and moaned, “god, I think,” she tried again, “this is going to make me come.”
Amy moaned again, swimming in the pleasure of knowing that she was the one doing this to Kirsten. She was the one that was fucking her senseless in her hallway.
She kept her pace steady, consistency being key in tipping Kirsten over the edge.
“Oh god, I can’t come like this, can I?” Kirsten asked and Amy felt her insides turn liquid. She nodded in vein against Kirsten, ‘come all over me’ she would’ve said if her tongue wasn’t so dedicated to the taste of Kirsten.
“Aims, don’t stop,” Kirsten pleaded, her hand returning to Amy’s hair, pulling her flush against her, “god, I’m so close, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Kirsten began to rut herself downwards, encouraging Amy to fuck up into her with more force. Amy could hear Kirsten’s arousal slapping against her hand and it was driving her insane.
“I’m coming,” Kirsten breathed, “I’m fucking coming.” Amy held onto her tightly, focussed on keeping her pace and rhythm unchanged despite Kirsten’s writhing.
Amy moved with her as Kirsten fell apart against the door, her knees buckled, her throat became hoarse from moaning, her stomach clenched and rolled. All the while Amy remained stable, ignoring the screaming pain in her knees from holding this position for so long.
Kirsten shook and shuddered, riding out the after affects.
“Oh, baby,” she began, looking down to find Amy cleaning her with her mouth, “that was,” she tried to catch her breath, “holy fuck that was so good.”
Amy leant backwards, mouth shiny from her efforts. Kirsten ran her thumb across Amy’s chin, smearing herself a little more into her skin. Amy moaned lightly.
“Bedroom, you.” Kirsten commanded and Amy nodded submissively.