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The breakup was a slow bleed rather than a clean cut. There was no explosive finale to mark the end of them. Columbina didn’t cheat and Sandrone didn’t scream. There were no plates shattered against walls or dramatic ultimatums.

Columbina simply walked away.

“I can’t stay, Sandrone” she had whispered. Her voice was soft but her heart was already miles away. “This is my only chance”

Sandrone had only nodded because it was easier than begging. She acted like she understood the weight of contracts and flights and the jagged reality of different time zones. They watched as their bond stretched thin until "I miss you" turned into "I’m tired" and eventually dissolved into a heavy silence.

Long distance didn't kill them quickly. It slowly starved them.

Calls went to voicemail. Texts remained half finished. They let a bitter jealousy rot in the space between them because neither was brave enough to admit they were still drowning. Months later they both looked like hollowed out versions of themselves.

Sandrone buried her soul in her work, Columbina did the same with her own. Neither slept well and neither spoke. They were angry in that specific suffocating way only people who still love each other can be.

The bar was dim and loud and entirely forgettable. Sandrone was only there because a friend had been relentless. She hated the sticky floors and the way the bass rattled her teeth. Columbina was only there because the city felt too vast and her new apartment felt like a tomb she hadn't yet unpacked. They arrived separately. They moved through the crowd like ships in the night.

Music pounded through the air while neon lights blurred into streaks of red and blue. Sandrone was never a heavy drinker. She was a light weight and the vodka made her feel soft and desperately needy. but she didn't care. The night was biting and the booze was a temporary fire for the cold spot in her chest where Columbina used to live.

Across the room Columbina drank like she was trying to dissolve the heavy feelings inside of her.

Hours passed into a string of noise. Sandrone stumbled toward the bar with her vision softening at the edges. She leaned her weight against someone solid.

“Sorry” she muttered. Her voice was thick and small.

The person let out a low laugh. It was a sound that vibrated through Sandrone’s bones. Columbina did not recognize her either. The alcohol had wrapped the world in a haze and blurred the girl with the flushed cheeks into a beautiful stranger.

“You look rough. Let me guess. Going through a breakup?” Columbina slurred. She leaned in close until their shoulders brushed.

Sandrone huffed. “I have”

“Her fault?” Columbina asked.

“Of course it was”

Columbina smirked with a bitter edge. “Mine was mine”

Sandrone blinked at her. A familiar cadence tugged at her heart but the alcohol kept the truth just out of reach.

“Does she know she ruined you?” Columbina asked. Her voice was a dark hum.

Sandrone felt her laugh crack in the middle. “Does yours?”

They stared at each other for a heartbeat too long. The space between them evaporated. Columbina reached up with a careless hand and brushed a thumb under Sandrone’s eye.

“You’re pretty when you’re angry” she murmured.

Sandrone swallowed hard. Her heart was beating too fast.

“You’re prettier when you shut the fuck up!”

It was like two magnets finally allowed to snap together. They collided. The kiss was not gentle or romantic. It was a desperate and clumsy wreck. It was every unspoken word and every lonely night crashing into a single point of heat.

Hands tangled in fabric. Fingers gripped sleeves with white knuckled intensity. Columbina tasted like expensive whiskey and a memory Sandrone could not quite name. Sandrone curled her fingers into Columbina’s collar like she was afraid the woman would disappear if she let go.

They broke apart only to crash back together. The world narrowed down to the pulse of their blood. Neither of them processed the reality. They were too far gone and too submerged in the ache of being alone.

At some point they were laughing against each other’s lips.

“You’re terrible” Sandrone whispered.

“I know” Columbina breathed back.

They never once said each other’s names.

The heat between them was suffocating, pressing them back against the sticky wood of the bar. Columbina’s vision was a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, but her focus was hyperfixed on the girl in her arms.

She has her eyes, Columbina thought dizzily, her fingers threading through hair that felt exactly like the silk she used to wake up to. She even smells like her, that familliar expensive perfume, and spite.

It was a cruel trick of the light, she told herself. A hallucination born of three too many whiskeys and a heart that refused to stop aching.

She wasn’t kissing her ex; she was kissing a ghost that wore her ex’s face. And she wanted to devour it.

"follow me to the restroom" Sandrone hissed against her lips, her voice a jagged edge. "Now."

She didn't wait for an answer. Sandrone grabbed Columbina by the jacket, the same way she used to pull her in for an argument. She hauled her toward the back hallway.

The bathroom was cramped, smelling of bleach and cigarettes. The door hadn't even clicked shut before Sandrone had Columbina pinned against the tiled wall. The impact knocked the breath out of Columbina, but she only laughed, a desperate, breathless sound, before lunging back in.

"I can feel your rage." Columbina whispered, her teeth grazing Sandrone’s earlobe. "Why are you so angry, stranger?"

"Because you're here" Sandrone growled, her hands sliding under Columbina’s shirt, her palms searing against cold skin. "Because you're touching me and you're not her."

The words should have hurt, but they only fanned the flame. Sandrone was projecting, fueled by a cocktail of resentment and sheer, unadulterated need.

She hated how much this girl felt like the woman who had ruined her. The height, the way her hands hovered before they gripped, the specific, maddening way she sighed into a kiss.

Columbina’s knees pushed between Sandrones’s, forcing her legs apart. The friction was a shock to the system, a jolt of electricity that bypassed the alcohol and went straight to the nerves.

"I don't care" Columbina gasped, tilting her head back as Sandrone’s mouth found the sensitive hollow of her throat. "Call me whatever you want. Just don’t stop kissing me."

It was a frantic, clumsy collision. Sandrone’s kisses were precise but violent.

Columbina’s fingers were bruising Sandrone’s hips as she hiked her up onto the small vanity. The mirror behind them fogged instantly from their heat.

"I hated the way she left" Sandrone muttered, her voice cracking as she buried her face in Columbina's neck, her breathing heavy and ragged. "I hated the silence her absence brought"

"Then make some noise, for me. right here." Columbina challenged, her voice dropping to a low and predatory. She gripped Sandrone’s chin, forcing her to look at her eyes.

In the dim, flickering light of the restroom, for a split second, the fog lifted. Columbina saw the specific curve of Sandrone’s brow, the way her lower lip trembled when she was overwhelmed. It was her. It had to be.

But the realization was too much, too sharp for a brain soaked in whiskey. So Columbina pushed it down. She chose the lie. She chose to believe this was just a beautiful girl who reminded her of the girl whose heart she once broke.

"you're pathetic" Sandrone whispered, though she was the one trembling as her forehead rest against Columbina's.

"you're still kissing me" Columbina retorted, her hands moving to the back zipper of Sandrone's dress. "so what does that make you?"

"Starving" Sandrone admitted, the word lost as she crashed their mouths together again, more intense than before, fueled by a year of loneliness and a night of intentional blindness.

The scent of lust and desperation filled the cramped restroom. The stranger’s hands were everywhere. They were on Sandrone’s waist and tangled in her hair and pulling her flush against the edge of the sink until the cold metal bit into her lower back.

Sandrone didn’t care about the bruise. She only cared about the mouth at her neck and the way this woman moved with a terrifying and familiar grace.

"You’re too much" Sandrone gasped, her fingers digging into the stranger's shoulders, her head snapping back against the mirror with a muffled thud.

"Oh am I?" Columbina whispered, her voice sent vibrations against Sandrone’s skin. She didn't wait for an answer. She hooked a leg behind Sandrone’s knee and hitched her up again. "You’re the one who dragged me in here, you look like you’re dying for it."

Columbina’s hands were steady even if her head was spinning. She slipped Sandrone’s dress off, her movements practiced and demanding. When the fabric gave way, the friction of skin on skin felt like a live wire.

Sandrone let out a sharp, choked-off sound. It was half-sob and half-moan, as Columbina’s fingers finally found her. She was already slick and aching.

"God" Sandrone breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. In the darkness of her own mind, the image of her ex flashed. Columbina’s smug smile, the way she used to look after winning a fight. She leaned into the touch, her hips stuttering forward. "Please."

Columbina didn't go slow. There was no room for gentleness in a bathroom that smelled like regret. She drove two fingers inside and her thumb found the center of Sandrone’s heat with a brutal precision.

Sandrone’s hands flew to the back of Columbina’s head. She pulled her into a kiss that tasted of whiskey and vodka. She was frantic as her body arched off the vanity. Her breath hitched in ragged and uneven bursts that echoed off the walls.

"Look at me" Columbina commanded, pulling back just an inch. Her eyes were dark, dilated, and focused with a terrifying intensity. "Tell me I'm better than him."

Sandrone’s eyes snapped open, blurry and wet. She looked at the girl who was fucking her. The hair, the eyes, the way her lips curled in that specific, taunting way.

She knew. Somewhere deep in the lizard brain that wasn't drowned in vodka, she knew exactly who this was. But the anger was better than the grief.

"You're... you're a bitch" Sandrone choked out. Her voice broke as Columbina increased the pace with a relentless hand.

"I know, baby. I know." Columbina smirked, leaning in to bite Sandrone’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.

Sandrone’s climax finally hit, Her body stiffened and her fingers clutched so hard at Columbina’s jacket that the seams groaned under the pressure. She cried out a sound that was raw and loud before collapsing against Columbina’s chest. Her forehead rested on the cool leather of the jacket.

They stayed like that for a long minute, the only sound the dripping of a leaky faucet and their synchronized, heavy breathing.

Columbina did not let go. She held all of Sandrone’s weight while her own heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. This stranger felt like home somehow.

This stranger felt like the only thing she had ever truly lost.

"Don't leave yet" Sandrone whispered into the crook of her neck. Her voice was small and the fire had been replaced by a hollow aching need.

Columbina closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of her. "I'm right here"

The alcohol had stopped being a numbing agent and had turned into a catalyst. Columbina felt like her grief was sharpened into a jagged, physical edge. Every time Sandrone gasped, that sharp, hitching intake of air that always preceded a surrender, Columbina felt a spike of territorial rage.

She hiked Sandrone’s legs higher and pinned her against the graffiti covered door until Sandrone was forced to wrap her limbs around Columbina’s waist to stay upright. The position was precarious and intimate and punishing.

"We’re not done yet. you like this, don't you?" Columbina hissed, her voice dripping with a poisonous kind of hunger. She wasn't looking at a stranger anymore. She was looking at the woman who had let her walk away, the woman who had let the silence grow until it was too much.

Columbina’s hands were shaking but she channeled that tremor into a rhythmic force. She wasn't just touching the girl pinned against the door. She was trying to reach through her. In her mind she was reaching across oceans and months of dead air.

"Shut up" Sandrone managed. Her head lolled back against the wall. Her eyes were blown wide as she tracked the flickering fluorescent light above. "Just please don't stop"

If I hit the right nerves, I could make her sound like Sandrone, then for tonight, I could pretend she’s right here, Columbina thought, her eyes squeezed shut.

She didn't want to see the reality of the fluorescent lights. She wanted the dark. She wanted the hallucination. She leaned in, her teeth grazing the stranger’s jawline, and her voice was a frantic whisper.

"Do you know how much I hated thinking about you with someone else?" Columbina hissed, her fingers curled tight, moving with a punishing intensity. "I bet you let them touch you. I bet you let some pathetic nobody in a different city look at you like you were theirs."

Sandrone let out a high, broken sound. A moan that was half-strangled by a sob. She didn't correct her. She couldn't. She was too busy drowning.

Columbina was angry. Sandrone could feel it in a way she’s being so rough with her.

In Sandrone’s head, the woman fucking her wasn't the ex who walked away; it was someone else. A placeholder with the same height, voice and the same cruel, beautiful mouth. She gripped the stranger’s hair and pulled her head back, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

"You're just like her" Sandrone gasped. Her body arched into the friction. She was overstimulated and raw. "You have her hands. You have her... god, you have her rage."

"I have everything she gave you" Columbina countered, her movements becoming faster, more desperate. She was projecting so hard it felt like her skin was peeling off. She wasn't fucking a stranger; she was fucking the memory of the woman she’d lost, using this girl’s body as a tool for all the jealousy she’d swallowed for a year.

The thought that had been rotting in the back of her mind for months finally bubbled up. Who else has heard this sound? Since she left, who had been the one to press Sandrone into a mattress? Who had watched those beautiful eyes go hazy with heat?

"Tell me, is he better than me?" Columbina growled, her thumb pressed down with a territorial weight. "the person you replaced me with? does he make you fall apart like this? does he know you're a goddamn mess when you lose control?"

Sandrone’s head thudded against the door, the sound lost in the thumping bass from the bar outside. She was shaking and her legs were buckling. She’s being held up only by the stranger’s relentless grip.

But Columbina couldn't just do. she had to know.

"Does he make you scream like this?" Columbina demanded, her fingers moved in a punishing pace. "the people you meet in bars? do they know where to touch you? do they know how much you hate being handled gently?"

Sandrone’s response was a broken, high-pitched moan that bounced off the narrow walls. She was becoming overstimulated. Her body buzzed from the sensory overload of the loud music bleeding through the door, the smell of bleach, and the relentless invasion of Columbina’s hand.

"There isn't... anyone else" Sandrone cried out, the lie and the truth blurring into one, her fingers tightening in Columbina’s hair, tugging painfully. "You bitch... you know... there’s no one." There was no one in her life who could make her feel this specific, agonizing brand of ruin. "It’s always been... just you. Even when you weren't there."

Columbina felt a surge of heat that had nothing to do with lust and had everything to do with possession. She wanted to break this girl, this ghost, until there was nothing left but the sound of her name.

"Liar" Columbina whispered, though her heart leaped at the confession. She was desperate now, like a starving animal finding a scrap of meat. She buried her face in Sandrone’s neck to bite and mark and claim. "You're mine. Even if I'm not there, you're mine. Say it."

"Columbina--" Sandrone’s voice broke.

The name hit the air like a gunshot. The "stranger" facade shattered into jagged pieces.

Columbina froze for a heartbeat, her forehead resting against Sandrone’s collarbone. The name. Her name. Spoken with the exact same inflection of agony and adoration that had haunted her dreams in three different time zones.

Instead of pulling away, the realization made her more frantic. If this was the end, if this was just a drunken mistake in a bar restroom, she was going to take everything she had been deprived of for a year.

"Say it again" Columbina commanded, her voice cracking. She shifted, her thumb pressing down hard, finding that one specific spot she knew would break Sandrone completely. "Say my name while I ruin you."

Sandrone was shaking now, her breath coming in short, panicked whistles. She was too far gone, her body consumed by the intensity. She felt like she was being dismantled, piece by piece, by the only person who knew how.

"Columbina, baby…please" Sandrone sobbed, her back arching so hard her spine clicked. "Too much... it's too much..."

"It’s not enough" Columbina growled, her own eyes welling with frustrated and angry tears. "It’ll never be enough. I missed you so bad, Sandrone. I hated every person who looked at you. I hated every mile between us."

She drove her fingers deeper, her movements blurring into a desperate rhythm. She wanted to leave a permanent mark on Sandrone’s soul, something that would ache every time another person even breathed in her direction.

"Columbina!" Sandrone wailed, the name tearing out of her throat as another climax hit violently.

It felt like a full-on collapse. Her body convulsing in violent shudders that she couldn't control. She clung to Columbina like a drowning person, her face buried in the crook of her neck, still damp with sweat and tears.

Columbina held her through it, her own body trembling with the aftershocks of a different kind of release. the release of a year's worth of suppressed and agonizing love. She kept her hand there, grounding Sandrone as the waves of overstimulation slowly receded, leaving them both raw and exposed.

The silence that followed was heavy, no longer the silence of distance, but the silence of two people who had just bared their wounds to each other in the dark.

"I hate you" Sandrone whispered against her skin, her voice was wet and exhausted.

Columbina pulled back just enough to look at her, really look at her. Sandrone’s makeup was smudged, her hair was a disaster, and her eyes were red-rimmed and beautiful.

"I know" Columbina breathed, reaching up to wipe a tear from Sandrone’s cheek.

Sandrone was a wreck. Her thighs were still trembling from the aftershocks of the climax Columbina had just forced out of her, her skin flushed a deep, frantic pink.

But Columbina wasn't finished. The desperation in her gut hadn't subsided; it had only mutated into something darker and hungrier.

"You're so loud" Columbina whispered, her voice a jagged edge of silk. She didn't let Sandrone’s legs drop. Instead, she hooked them firmer over her shoulders, forcing Sandrone to stay exposed and vulnerable in the harsh, flickering light.

"Columbina, stop" Sandrone choked out, her fingers weakly clutching at the lapels of Columbina’s jacket. Her body was screaming, every nerve ending firing at once. "I can't... I’m too... it's too much."

"It’s never enough for you, Sandrone. I know it" Columbina murmured.

She dropped to her knees. The cold tile bit into her skin, but she didn't care. She was looking at the woman she had spent months trying to forget, and all she wanted was to taste the proof that she was still hers.

When Columbina’s tongue first made contact, Sandrone let out a sound that wasn't a moan. it was a high, thin wail of pure overstimulation. She tried to pull away, her hips jerking back, but Columbina’s hands were like vices on her thighs that pinned her in place.

"Don't move" Columbina growled against her skin, the vibration of her voice sent a fresh jolt through Sandrone’s core.

Columbina ate her out with a focused and territorial aggression. She wasn't being gentle; she was being thorough and rough. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive peak that was already throbbing, drinking in the salt and the heat of her.

She wanted to drown out every other person who had ever looked at Sandrone in the months they were apart. She wanted to overwrite every memory with this. this specific, crushing intensity.

"Please... please Ahh ahhhh" Sandrone sobbed, her hands migrating from Columbina’s jacket to her hair, her knuckles white as she gripped the strands. She was caught in a feedback loop of pleasure and sensory pain, her body bucked helplessly against the onslaught. "You're... you're, gods ahhh…going to break me."

"then brake for me" Columbina muttered, pulling back for only a second to look up at her. Her lips were wet, her eyes dark with a terrifying and obsessive sort of love. "I'll be the one to put the pieces back together. Just like always."

She went back in, her tongue flicking with a cruel, rhythmic precision that ignored Sandrone’s pleas for mercy. She explored every inch, her breath hot against the inner skin of Sandrone’s thighs, marking her with the sheer force of her hunger.

Sandrone’s world narrowed down to the sensation of Columbina’s mouth and the bruising grip on her legs. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. She was just a collection of reactions, like some sort of sex doll being pushed past its breaking point by its master.

"Columbina!" Sandrone screamed, her voice cracking as an even more violent wave crashed over her. Her fingers tightened painfully in Columbina’s hair, pulling her closer, even as she tried to push her away.

She was cumming again. It was a blur of white noise and heat. Sandrone’s muscles locked tight, her chest heaving as she finally collapsed forward, her forehead dropping onto Columbina’s shoulder as the other woman finally let her legs slide down.

They were tangled together but the silence between them was ringing louder than the music outside. Columbina held her, her face buried in the crook of Sandrone’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat

and the reality of the woman she had never truly stopped wanting.

"You’re insane" Sandrone whispered into the dark. Her voice was trembling and raw by how much she moaned and screamed Columbina’s name.

A soft gasp left Columbina as she pulled Sandrone flush against her body. "look at what you’ve done to me, Sandrone, you’ve gotten me all worked up" she murmured, her voice thick with a dangerous sort of playfulness. "since you're the one who started this, you're the one who has to finish it"

Columbina steered Sandrone’s hand toward the mounting tension in her jeans, ensuring there was no mistaking her intent. Looking up, Sandrone saw the haze of need clouding Columbina's eyes. a silent confession that it was going to be a very long night.

They practically tumbled out of the back exit of the bar, the cold night air hitting their sweat-slicked skin. But the chill didn't dampen the fire; it only made them crave the heat of each other even more.

----------------------------------------------------

They didn't speak. They couldn't. If they spoke, the reality of who they were, the history, the heartbreak, the months of agonizing silence, would crash down and stop them. They didn’t want to talk about the past for now.

Sandrone fumbled with her keys, her hands shaking so violently she nearly dropped them. Columbina was right behind her, her front pressed into Sandrone’s back, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of Sandrone’s shoulder.

"The back" Columbina hissed, her voice a jagged and desperate command.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them in the cramped backseat of Sandrone’s car, the world exploded. It was a chaotic tangle of limbs and frantic breathing. The windows began to fog instantly, shielding them from the streetlights of the parking lot.

Columbina didn't give Sandrone a chance to settle. She shoved her back against the door, her hands diving under Sandrone’s dress, her palms hot and demanding.

"I thought about this every night" Columbina confessed, the words spilling out unbidden and raw. "I thought about you in this car. I thought about who else you were bringing here. I wanted to burn it. I wanted to burn everything that wasn't me."

"then do it" Sandrone challenged, her voice a broken rasp. She grabbed Columbina’s shirt, yanking her down. "Burn it all. destroy me so no one else can have me."

The intensity was suffocating. Columbina stripped Sandrone with a violent efficiency, her fingers snagging on fabric in her haste. She needed to see her. She needed to touch every inch of skin to prove it was real, to prove that this wasn't just another whiskey-soaked hallucination in a car halfway across the world.

"You're so desperate" Columbina hissed against her lips, her eyes dark and predatory. "did you think about this every time you went out? were you looking for me in every face at the bar?"

Sandrone’s reply was a strangled moan, her hands clutching Columbina’s wrists, trying to pull her closer even as the rough treatment made her head spin.

"Sit. Down." Columbina commanded, her voice dropping into that low, terrifyingly calm tune. She sat back on the backseat, legs spread, and hooked a hand behind Sandrone’s neck, forcing her down into the footwell.

The space was cramped, making every movement feel heavy and intentional. Sandrone looked up, her eyes wide and glassy with a deep, aching need…

…to be told what to do.

"you’ve been lonely, haven't you?" Columbina sneered, her fingers threading through Sandrone’s hair and tightening, tilting her head back at a sharp angle. "Tell me. Whose lap have you been crawling into while I was gone? who else got to see you like this?"

"I already told you! No one" Sandrone gasped, her breath hitching as Columbina’s other hand came up to trace her jaw, thumb dug into the hinge of her mouth. "Bina, please. Believe me, there was no one."

"better stay that way" Columbina growled, her expression darkening with a flash of territorial rage. "because this mouth only belongs to me. this whole, pathetic, brilliant mess of a woman belongs to me. I don’t share what belongs to me, Sandrone."

She didn't wait for a rebuttal. She guided Sandrone forward, her grip on her hair was unyielding.

It was rough. Columbina was a storm of repressed jealousy, her movements lacked any pretense of gentleness. She wanted to leave a mark. She wanted to be the only thing Sandrone could feel, taste, or think about.

"Open your mouth for me, baby" Columbina whispered, her voice a cruel caress as she watched Sandrone struggle. "I want you to remember what it feels like to be full of me. I want you to ache when I’m not here."

Sandrone was drowning. The lack of space, the intensity of Columbina’s gaze, and the sheer physical demand of it had her reeling. She was choking, her eyes watering, but her body was betraying her. she was slick, wet, shaking, and more aroused than she had been in the entire year they’d spent apart.

She made muffled, frantic noises against Columbina’s dick, her fingers digging into Columbina’s thighs until she left crescent-moon bruises.

"Ahhh, that’s it, you’re being such a good girl for me." Columbina murmured, her thumb stroked Sandrone’s flushed cheek even as her grip on her hair remained punishing. "Choke on it. Remember who owns you. If I find out someone else has even breathed on you, I’ll burn this city down with you inside it."

Sandrone’s muffled moans turned into a frantic, rhythmic sound, her whole body vibrating with the effort to please the woman who had broken her heart.

The overstimulation was peaking; the heat in the car was stifling, and the raw, possessive dirty talk was stripping away the last of Sandrone's defenses.

"You're mine" Columbina repeated, a mantra of obsession as she felt Sandrone’s resolve shatter. "Say it. while you suck me off, say it. Whose are you?"

Sandrone pulled back just enough to gasp out a single, broken word, her face wet with tears and saliva, She looked completely undone. A sight so steeped in vulnerability and raw beauty that it was impossible to look away

"Yours." Her face was flushed and damp, marked by the evidence of her own undoing.

Sandrone looked so spent. So submissive. So intoxicatingly beautiful.

Columbina didn’t move; she simply watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Sandrone’s ruined face. Seeing her so spent, so beautifully submissive, sent a jolt of pure, addictive adrenaline through her veins. And a predatory satisfaction flickered in her eyes at the sound of that single word

She reached out, her thumb catched a stray tear and smearing it across Sandrone's cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle for someone whose gaze was so hungry.

"Look at you" Columbina cooed, her voice dropping into a low, predatory sweetness. "A year away from me, and you’re still so easy to break. you’re shaking, Sandrone. Are you cold? or is it just because you realized how much you missed being handled like this?"

Sandrone tried to swallow, her throat tight and sensitive, her chest heaving as she slumped against Columbina’s legs. She was completely overstimulated, her skin humming with heat that made the cold air outside feel like a distant memory.

"You're so wet for me" Columbina whispered, her free hand wandering down to trace the dampness she’d left behind on Sandrone’s thighs. "Even after all that, you're still pleading for it. Does it turn you on? Knowing that I’m back and I’m angry? Knowing that I can taste how much you’ve been starving for me?"

"Columbina..." Sandrone’s voice was a wrecked thread of sound. "Please."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Columbina leaned down, her nose brushing against Sandrone’s, her breath hot and smelling of the whiskey they’d bled out of their systems through sheer adrenaline. "do you want me to be gentle? do you want me to tell you it’s okay?"

She nipped at Sandrone’s lower lip, hard enough to sting.

“No.” Sandrone replied instantly.

Columbina’s laugh was low, a dark, melodic sound that vibrated against the roof of the car. She didn't let go of Sandrone’s hair; if anything, she pulled tighter, forcing Sandrone to look up at her with those wide, tear-blurred eyes.

"Oh you don’t like that? You’re a mess, Sandrone. and the worst part is, I’m the only one who knows how to fix you." Columbina’s hand moved to Sandrone’s chin, forcing her mouth open again. "You were so good to me just now. So desperate to please me. I think I’m going to keep you like this all night. I’m going to fuck you until your legs don’t remember how to stand, and then I’m going to make you tell me again who you belong to."

Sandrone let out a broken, needy whimper, her forehead dropping against Columbina’s knee. The threat and the promise sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

She was terrified of the power Columbina held, but she was more terrified of the silence that would follow if she stopped.

"I'm going to take you back to that workshop of yours" Columbina murmured, her voice a poisonous lullaby. "and I'm going to leave you so ruined you won't be able to crawl back to work tomorrow. Every time you try to walk, you're going to feel me. Every time you ache, you're going to remember that I'm back"

Columbina’s hand drifted back to the door handle, her eyes never leaving Sandrone’s ruined face.

"Get in the passenger seat" she commanded, the sweetness vanishing into a snap. "I’m driving. And don't even think about fixing your clothes. I want to see what I did to you the whole way there."

Columbina kept her eyes fixed on the dark stretch of highway, but her grip on the wheel was far too tight. Beside her, Sandrone wasn't sitting still. She shifted in the passenger seat, tucking her legs up and leaning over the center console, her gaze tracing Columbina’s body with a look that was half-devotion and half-defiance.

Without a word, Sandrone reached over. Her small, deft hand slid over the heavy, aching bulge in Columbina’s jeans.

"Sandrone…I’m driving" Columbina warned, her voice straining. "don’t start what you can’t finish."

"don’t tell me what to do!" Sandrone shot back, her voice a bratty, velvet purr. She unzipped the denim with a deliberate, metallic skrrr, and when she saw the fruit of her teasing, she let out a soft, delighted hum.

She didn't move to the floor; instead, she stayed perched in her seat, bending her body over the console in a way that was almost innocently sweet, if not for the possessive way she wrapped her fingers around Columbina’s length.

She gave a firm squeeze that made the car swerve a fraction of an inch.

"Sandrone!" Columbina gasped, her breath hitched as she corrected the steering.

"Eyes on the road, Columbina" Sandrone mocked. She tilted her head, looking up at Columbina with wide, shimmering eyes. The picture of “adorable” innocence while her thumb swirled over the crowning tip. She began to pump in a steady, rhythmic friction. "You’re so hard for me. It’s pathetic, really."

Columbina’s head fell back against the headrest for a fleeting second, her resolve melting. Sandrone looked so precious, so smugly satisfied with herself, that Columbina couldn't even stay frustrated.

"You’ve always been such a brat" she hissed, though the bite was gone from her tone. "Faster. If you’re going to distract me, make it worth the risk."

Sandrone’s ego flared. She increased the pace, her hand becoming a blur of friction. She leaned in closer, her hair brushing against Columbina's thigh. Then, with a playful wink, she leaned down. She draped herself over, her small frame curled toward Columbina as she took her entirely into her mouth.

Columbina’s world burns. The hum of the tires on the asphalt felt miles away. All she could feel was the wet, searing heat and the rhythmic, needy bob of Sandrone’s head. Sandrone was being intentionally adorable, looking up through her lashes even as she worked her tongue with a desperate hunger.

"God, Sandrone--stop--no, don't stop!" Columbina groaned, her voice breaking. Her foot went heavy on the accelerator as her composure disintegrated. She reached down with one hand, her fingers tangling in Sandrone’s hair, guiding the frantic, messy rhythm. "you’re so…greedy. Swallow it. I want you to take every drop."

Columbina came in a violent rush. Her back arched, her hips thrusting forward into Sandrone’s mouth as she cried out a broken name. She came hard, her body shuddering. Sandrone stayed right there, committed and sweet. Her throat working in rhythmic gulps as she swallowed everything.

When Sandrone finally pulled back, she didn't move away. She stayed leaned over, wiping her mouth with a thumb and looking up at Columbina with a triumphant grin.

"all clean" Sandrone whispered, her voice thick and smug. She settled back into her seat as if nothing had happened, smoothing her dress. "Now keep driving. We aren't home yet."

The car swerved dangerously as Columbina jerked the steering wheel with one hand, her eyes fixed on the dark road ahead while her other hand disappeared between Sandrone’s legs. She didn't care about the speed limit or the lane lines; she only cared about the way Sandrone was gasping, her body pinned awkwardly in the passenger seat.

"You think you can just sit there and catch your breath?" Columbina hissed. "We’re not done. I’m going to ruin you before we even get home"

She drove her fingers inside with a violent thrust. Sandrone’s back arched, her head slamming against the headrest as a choked scream died in her throat. The seatbelt was digging into her chest, trapping her, making her even more helpless against Columbina’s relentless rhythm.

"Columbina--wait--the car." Sandrone managed to sob out, her hands flying to the dashboard to steady herself as Columbina took the car into a sharp, aggressive turn. The tires screeched in protest, the force pinning Sandrone’s trembling body against the door.

Columbina didn't even flinch. She kept one hand loosely on the wheel, her expression a mask of terrifying calm. "you weren’t particularly concerned about the car when you were busy getting me off earlier" she stated, her voice flat and matter-of-fact. "Focus on me, Sandrone."

She increased the pace, her fingers working with a brutal precision. She knew Sandrone’s body better than Sandrone knew it herself. She knew exactly how overstimulated and raw she was.

She reached over with her thumb, pinning the sensitive bud of Sandrone’s clit and grinding down with weight. "I want to feel you pulsing around my fingers while I’m driving” Columbina hissed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of highway ahead. "I want to feel exactly how desperate you are for me."

Sandrone was a mess of raw nerves. The vibration of the car, the roar of the engine, and the sharp invasion of Columbina’s hand were too much. Her vision was blurring, the streetlights outside turning into long, distorted streaks of white and yellow.

"You're so loud, Sandrone" Columbina cooed, a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at her lips as she felt Sandrone’s internal muscles begin to twitch and seize. Squelching sounds and loud moans fill the car. "Does it turn you on, being handled like this? knowing anyone could look through these windows and see how I’m ruining you?"

"Please... I'm... I'm going to-"

"I know you are" Columbina cut her off, her voice dropping to a whisper. She didn't slow down; she pushed harder, her fingers curling deep inside to find that one spot that made Sandrone lose her mind. "Come for me, baby. right now. Show me how much you missed me."

Sandrone let out a high, thin wail that echoed in car, her legs kicking out fruitlessly against the footwell as her body convulsed. She was completely undone, her breath coming in short, panicked whistles.

Columbina didn't pull her hand away. She kept her fingers deep inside, feeling every aftershock, every desperate throb of Sandrone’s surrender. She finally pulled the car into the gravel lot of the workshop, slamming it into park with a finality that made the whole frame shake.

She leaned over, her face inches from Sandrone’s ruined, tear-streaked expression.

"get in the back" Columbina breathed, her eyes dark with a hunger that was far from satisfied.

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The car rocked violently, the suspension groaning under the weight of their desperate, uncoordinated movements. Outside, the gravel of the parking lot crunched with every shift, but inside, the world was nothing but heat, fogged glass, and the smell of sex.

Columbina sat back against the door, her legs spread wide, her eyes dark and demanding. She grabbed Sandrone by the waist and hauled her upward, forcing her to straddle her.

"Sit on it" Columbina commanded, her voice gravelly rasp. "I’ve spent months thinking about this. dreaming about you bouncing on me until you cum. I want to see your face when you take me. I want to see those tits shaking while you fuck yourself on me."

Sandrone was trembling, her hands flying to Columbina’s shoulders for balance. She was so overstimulated that the mere friction of skin on skin felt like a burn. As she lowered herself down, a wet, slick sound filled the cramped space. A squelch of undeniable proof of how far gone she was.

"God, you're so soaked" Columbina groaned, her head hitting the window with a dull thud. "Did you get this wet for anyone else? did you let anyone else see you like this?"

There she was again for the third time this night. Sandrone think it’s pathetic to see Columbina all possessive and obsessed like this. But she indulged her anyways.

"N-no" Sandrone gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she began a slow, hesitant pace. Her movements were sluggish, her body was still buzzing from the earlier peaks. "Only you. It’s…it’s always been you. Just you"

"too slow" Columbina hissed. She waited a few beats, watching the way Sandrone’s chest heaved, the way her eyes rolled back. Then, with a sudden, violent surge of energy, Columbina gripped Sandrone’s waist and thrust upward.

Sandrone let out a sharp scream that was lost against the roof of the car.

"Columbina! Wait--I--"

"No waiting" Columbina growled. She locked Sandrone’s hips in place, effectively turning her into a puppet. Every time Columbina drove upward, she met Sandrone’s downward weight with a punishing force. The car began to wobble, the chassis bouncing as the pace turned frantic.

Sandrone was a sobbing, pleading mess. She couldn't control the rhythm anymore; she was just being used, her body a tool for Columbina’s territorial hunger. The sound of their collision was loud and wet. It was a frantic slap-squelch that drowned out the rain that was starting to tap against the car roof.

"That's my good girl" Columbina cooed, her voice shifting into a sweet praise as she watched Sandrone’s resolve crumble. "look at you. you’re such a mess for me. you look so beautiful when you’re being ruined."

Sandrone’s strength gave out. Her upper body tumbled forward, her chest pressing hard against Columbina’s, her face buried in the crook of Columbina’s neck. She was wailing now, the sounds raw and unfiltered, vibrating directly into Columbina’s skin.

"Columbina, Ah Ahh Ahhh, please... I'm going to... ahh I can't take it..."

Columbina’s response was to bite. She sunk her teeth into the sensitive junction of Sandrone’s neck and shoulder, marking her, claiming the skin. She was chasing her own peak now, her breath coming in jagged, animalistic snarls.

"I've got you" Columbina whispered, her hands sliding up to grip the back of Sandrone’s head, pulling her closer. "I'm right here. I'm going to make you feel everything I felt while I was gone."

The tension reached a breaking point. Sandrone was on the verge of a screaming. Her internal muscles clenched so hard it made Columbina gasp. They were seconds away, the heat was unbearable. The car rocked so hard it felt like it might tip.

"That's it, baby... look at me" Columbina hissed, her hands locked like iron on Sandrone’s waist. "I want to hear how wet you are for me. Listen to that. That’s the sound of you belonging to me."

"Ahhh! N-no--Bina—uughh!" Sandrone’s head snapped back, her throat bared as she let out a long, shuddering moan. "It’s too... ah... h-heavy... you're too deep..."

The car lurched. The rhythm was frantic now, the wetness between them so excessive it was dripping onto the leather seat below. Slap, squelch, slap. Sandrone’s breasts bounced with every impact, her skin flushed a deep, mottled red. She was a puppet on a string, her body jerking with every upward surge Columbina gave her.

"Please... please..." Sandrone sobbed, her fingers clawing at the headrest behind Columbina. "I can't... ah! Ah! It’s... too much... I'm going to--"

Sandrone was moaning so loud it felt like the glass would shatter, her voice cracking as Columbina hit that one specific spot over and over.

"Columbina!" Sandrone wailed her name like a prayer, her body beginning to seize, her internal muscles clenching in a desperate grip around Columbina. "I'm... nngh... I'm coming... please, please baby… let. me. cum!"

Columbina’s own eyes went wide, the pressure building to a white-hot point. She thrust one last time, a deep, grinding surge that forced a loud, wet splat of friction out of them. And then, she suddenly…Stopped.

She held Sandrone’s hips still, her own chest heaving, her heart hammering against Sandrone’s.

"No" Columbina gasped, her voice thick and dark.

Sandrone let out a devastated, high-pitched whimper, her body still twitching, still trying to chase the ghost of the climax that had just been stolen from her. "No? No? Bina, why... h-haaa... please, it hurts... I need it..."

"Not here" Columbina said, her eyes opening to reveal a look of calculated, cruel adoration. "I’m not finishing in a car.”

"Bina... please" Sandrone whispered, her voice sounded like a broken thread. She looked and sounded so utterly desperate. "Do it now! I can't... I can't wait anymore!"

Columbina always loved to make her beg for it.

"You’re so needy" Columbina murmured, her voice sweet. "but I have to be careful with you, don't I? I’m not going to cum inside you, Sandrone."

Sandrone froze. The words felt like a physical rejection, a cold splash of water on the fire Columbina had spent the last hour stoking. She wanted that final, total mark of possession; she wanted to feel the heat of Columbina filling her, anchoring her, proving that the distance was truly gone.

She wanted to be claimed entirely, but instead, Columbina was drawing a line.

A hollow ache bloomed in Sandrone’s chest, a mix of rejection and a deep, quiet sadness she didn't know how to voice out. She felt the sting of tears prickling the backs of her eyes, but she swallowed the lump in her throat. She wouldn't say it. She wouldn't beg for it. She didn't want to admit how much she needed to be completely hers again.

She just nodded, a small, jerky movement, and looked down at the floor.

Columbina noticed the shift. The way Sandrone’s shoulders slumped just a fraction, the way the light left her eyes. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Sandrone’s forehead, her voice softening into something tender.

"Heyyy, don't look like that" Columbina cooed, her hand sliding down to grip Sandrone’s chin, forcing her to look at her. "It’s not because I don't want to. I just don’t want to do it here. I want you on a bed where you’d be more comfortable.”

Sandrone’s face fell, a sob of frustration catching in her throat. She felt hollowed out, the edge of the cliff pulled away just as she was falling.

Columbina reached down, her slick fingers giving one last, cruel tug to Sandrone’s clit before she pulled away entirely. The wet sound of their separation was a mocking pop in the silence.

"You're so mean to me." Sandrone whispered, her forehead resting against Columbina’s.

"I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart." Columbina cooed, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from Sandrone’s eye before giving her a soft, lingering kiss. "The bed is better, love. I’d rather have you moan into a pillow instead of a car window. Let’s go upstairs, can you still walk for me?"

Columbina helped her sit up, though Sandrone’s legs were so weak they shook like reeds.

"Come on" Columbina murmured, her voice returning to that gentle, coaxing tone. “I’ll carry you if I have to."

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Sandrone’s bedroom was cold, but the air between them was thick enough to choke on. Columbina didn't give Sandrone a chance to breathe. The moment they crossed the threshold, she grabbed Sandrone by the back of her neck and shoved her toward the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror bolted to the wall beside the bed.

"Look at yourself" Columbina commanded. "Look at what a mess I’ve made of you."

She forced Sandrone down onto all fours on the edge of the mattress, right in front of the glass. The sight was devastating. Sandrone’s hair was a wild, tangled halo, her skin was flushed a deep, frantic pink, and her eyes were glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and agonizing need.

Her thighs were shaking so violently they were knocking against each other, and the inner skin was glistening, slick with the proof of how much she had been leaking for Columbina all night.

Columbina stepped behind her, her dark silhouette looming over Sandrone’s pale, trembling form in the mirror. She reached down, wrapping a fist into Sandrone’s hair and yanking her head back at a punishing angle.

"You're so pathetic for me" Columbina cooed, her eyes fixed on Sandrone’s reflection. "Look at how your knees are shaking. Look at how wide open you are. You’re practically begging for me to break you."

Columbina didn't wait. She entered her with one deep, violent surge that made the mirror rattle in its frame.

"AH! Columbina!" Sandrone’s scream was raw, her hands clutched the bedsheets until they tore. Her body bucked forward, but Columbina’s grip on her hair kept her pinned, forced to take every inch of the impact.

The sound that followed was a wet, rhythmic carnage. It was a heavy, liquid slap-squelch that echoed off the bare walls. Slap, squelch, slap. With every thrust, a loud, squelching pop of friction rang out, followed by the sound of Sandrone’s breath being knocked out of her.

"You're so warm" Columbina groaned, her head tilting back as she increased the pace. "So wet and so goddamn warm. I bet you’ve been thinking about this every night. Every time you touched yourself, you were wishing it was me. You were wishing I was here to treat you like the little doll you are."

"Ngh! Haaa... yes... please..." Sandrone’s moans were becoming a constant broken sound that rose and fell with the frantic rocking of the bed. Her breasts swayed with the force of Columbina’s movements, her nipples peaked and sensitive against the cool air.

"Listen to that" Columbina whispered, leaning down to bite the shell of Sandrone’s ear while she continued to thrust. "Listen to how loud you are. You’re soaking the sheets, you little slut. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your legs. Did you think anyone else could make you sound like this? Did you think you could ever belong to anyone else?"

"No... ah!... only... only you!" Sandrone wailed, her forehead dropping to the mattress as her strength failed. She was a sobbing, moaning wreck, her body a slave to the rhythm Columbina was dictating.

The wet sounds grew more intense and messy as Columbina drove her to the brink. Columbina was too turned on, her restraint fraying into something primal. She let go of Sandrone’s hair only to wrap her arms around her waist, pulling her back even harder, meeting her with a territorial aggression that made the bed frame groan.

"I’m going to ruin you" Columbina growled, her voice thick and distorted with her own climax. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. I'm going to leave you so overstimulated you'll be twitching for days."

The bed groaned under the weight of Columbina’s relentless pounding. Every thrust was a wet, heavy thud against the mattress. It echoed through the hollow workshop. Sandrone was barely holding herself up on all fours, her elbows bucked as Columbina reached around, one hand clamped firmly over a heavy, pale breast while the other found the center of the storm.

Columbina’s hand was a vice on her hip, while the other was splayed across Sandrone’s lower stomach, fingers pressing down hard to keep her from bucking away.

"Look at the mess you're making" Columbina hissed, her voice dripping with a cruel, satisfied heat. Her thumb found Sandrone’s clit again, not light or teasing, but grinding in a circle that mimicked the brutal pace of her hips. "Listen to it, Sandrone. Listen to how loud you are for me."

Sandrone’s head was thumping against the mattress, her voice a shredded, high-pitched string of nonsense.

"Columbina--h-haaa--ah yes--just like that!"

"It’s not enough," Columbina growled, shifting her weight to drive in deeper, hitting that sensitive, swollen wall over and over. "I want to see you break. I want to see you leak until there’s nothing left of that mean little attitude of yours."

The tension in Sandrone’s body reached a terrifying peak. Her internal muscles were clenching so hard around Columbina that it was a struggle to move, a pulsing rhythm that signaled the end.

"I'm... I'm going to—AH!"

Sandrone’s back arched into a painful bow, her heels digging into the mattress. A sudden spray hit the sheets. A hot, violent gush that drenched Columbina’s hand and the mattress beneath them. The sound was a heavy, liquid splash, a drenching release that left Sandrone wailing into the pillows.

"There it is" Columbina cooed, her eyes wide and dark as she watched the reflection of the liquid soaking into the fabric. "Look at that. you’re drenching the bed for me. you’re so pathetic. So needy."

But she didn't stop. She kept her thumb grinding against the center of the storm, even as Sandrone’s body went into a series of violent, overstimulated tremors.

"No Columbina! Stop, please, stop!" Sandrone sobbed, her voice cracking as she tried to crawl forward. The sensation was too sharp now, every touch feeling like a live wire against her skin. "I can't... I’m too... h-haaa... please, it hurts..."

"I love it when you beg" Columbina whispered, leaning down to lick the salt from the back of Sandrone’s neck. "I love that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. You’re reduced to a shivering, squirty mess on your own bed."

She increased the pressure, her fingers working with a relentless precision. Sandrone was a moaning, sobbing wreck, her body twitching in a constant feedback loop of pleasure and sensory overload. The wetness was everywhere, coating Columbina’s hand, dripping down Sandrone’s thighs, making a loud wet sound with every movement.

"you’re an adorable squirty, shaking mess for me. You’re such a little brat but I’ve always known how to tame you. You like being handled like this, don't you?"

Sandrone let out a high-pitched wail, her body finally collapsing forward, her chest hitting the mattress as she continued to shake, the overstimulation leaving her completely unable to move.

"Please... please slow down, I beg you" Sandrone pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to crawl forward to escape the heat. "I'm... I'm too sensitive... I can't breathe..."

Columbina finally took mercy on her and stopped moving.

"I'm not going anywhere" Columbina growled, pulling her back by the waist and burying her face in the crook of Sandrone’s neck. "You wanted me back? This is what it costs."

Even though Sandrone had just shattered, Columbina didn't pull out. She stayed deep inside, her breath hot and jagged against Sandrone’s skin. She kissed Sandrone for a while, letting her body rest for a bit.

Columbina kissed her. In a long, bruising, and possessive way that tasted of salt and desperation, before she started to move again.

This time, Columbina wasn't just breaking Sandrone; she was chasing her own peak. She increased the speed, her thrusts becoming frantic and violent, her own moans finally joining Sandrone’s high-pitched, broken sounds.

"You're so good for me" Columbina groaned, her voice thick with arousal. "So tight... I missed the way you feel... I’m never leaving this again."

the bedframe shrieked under the violent weight of them, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of the workshop. Columbina was a blur of motion, her hands never still. One fisted in Sandrone’s hair, the other clamped over her mouth to muffle the screams that were becoming too loud for the quiet street outside.

"Look at me in the mirror, baby" Columbina cooed, her voice a jagged, breathless command. "Look at what you’re doing for me. Look at how your body is falling apart because I’m back."

Sandrone’s eyes were blown wide, tracking the violent movement of their reflections. She was on the verge of another collapse, her inner thighs slick with a mixture of sweat and the sudded squirt from moments ago. The sound of their joining was a constant, wet sloppy mess of heavy friction that felt like it was bruising her from the inside out.

"Ah! Columbina--yes--oh god!--ahhh ahhh ahhh--nghh!" Sandrone’s voice broke into a high, stuttering moan as Columbina’s thumb found her clit again, grinding with a merciless pressure. "I can’t... I’m going to... haaaa!"

"You're going to what? Are you going to cum, baby?" Columbina taunted, her teeth grazing the shell of Sandrone's ear. "Good. Cum for me. I want to hear that pretty little moan of yours. I haven’t heard from you for months. Be loud for me now. Be fucking deafening."

The wetness was everywhere, squelching sound echoing with every upward drive of Columbina’s hips. Sandrone was a moaning, sobbing mess, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror as she tried to find some purchase.

"Tell me you missed me" Columbina demanded, her voice cracking as she buried her face in the crook of Sandrone’s neck. "Tell me you were miserable."

"I missed... ah! Nngh... I hated... Columbina!" Sandrone wailed, her back arching so hard her spine clicked. "I hated every second without you... please... more... faster!"

Columbina’s eyes flashed. She loved the desperation. She loved the way the "Mean Marionette" had been reduced to a pleading, shivering brat in her hands. She shifted her weight, grabbing both of Sandrone’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress, leaving her chest bared and her body completely exposed.

"You want it faster?" Columbina growled, her own breath coming in ragged, animalistic hitches. "Then take it. Take all of it."

The pace turned frantic. The carnal sounds filled the room. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, and the constant, rhythmic creak of the bed. Columbina was moaning now too, a guttural vibration that rumbled against Sandrone’s back.

"you feel so good, Sandrone…god, you're so perfect" Columbina groaned, her face contorting with the intensity of her own peak.

Sandrone was a moaning mess, But as she felt Columbina nearing the edge, a primal surge of possessiveness hit her. She didn't want the night to end in a mess on the sheets. She wanted all of what Columbina could give her.

"Baby…" Sandrone gasped, her fingers digging into the mattress. She looked back at Columbina, her eyes wild and glassy. "Don't... don't you dare pull out. Fill me up. I want to feel you... I want you to cum inside me, please"

The command shattered Columbina’s last shred of restraint. She drove into Sandrone with violent desperation, her hips slamming home with a force that made the mirror rattle.

The sight of the usually mean and distant woman begging for her and demanding to be claimed was the final spark.

"You want me to ruin you?" Columbina hissed, her hips slamming into Sandrone. The carnal sounds of their joining filled the room. It was a messy cacophony of two people trying to fuse back together.

"You’re mine" Columbina hissed, her voice dropping into a deep, guttural tune. "you’re all mine!"

"Columbina! Columbina!"

Columbina let out a loud groan, her back arching as she finally hit the point of no return. She drove in as deep as she could, her body stiffening as she came inside with a violent, pulsing intensity. She didn't pull back; she pressed closer, her weight finally collapsing onto Sandrone’s as she let out a long, shuddering breath.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged gasps. Columbina slumped her body over Sandrone, her face buried in the silk of her hair, her heart hammering against Sandrone.

"I've got you" Columbina whispered, her voice wrecked and soft. "you’re full of me now. Don't you ever forget who you belong to."

Sandrone couldn't even answer. She just let out a small, exhausted sob of relief, her body finally going limp under the weight of the woman who had finally come home.

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The heavy heat of the room began to dissipate and was replaced by the biting chill of the workshop’s heights. Sandrone lay motionless, her cheek pressed against the damp pillow, her breathing coming in thin, exhausted whistles. She was utterly spent. Her muscles felt like water, and her skin was a map of red marks and cooling slickness.

Columbina shifted, the movement causing a final, wet sound as she finally withdrew. She didn't pull away emotionally, though. Instead, she leaned down and pressed a lingering, surprisingly soft kiss to the dip between Sandrone’s shoulder blades.

"You’re freezing," Columbina whispered, her voice no longer harsh but a soft melodic hum.

Without waiting for an answer, Columbina slid her arms under Sandrone’s limp frame. Sandrone let out a small, tired moan of protest as she was lifted, her head lolling against Columbina’s shoulder. She was too weak to even hold herself up, her arms dangling uselessly.

Columbina carried her across the room toward the ensuite, her footsteps steady despite her own exhaustion. She brought Sandrone to the bathroom and let the steam began to billow from the tub.

She lowered Sandrone into the water with care, supporting her neck until she was settled. The heat hit Sandrone’s overstimulated nerves like a shock, making her hiss and catch her breath.

"Easy, Sandrone. I’ve got you" Columbina murmured.

She knelt beside the tub, picking up a cloth. The aggression from the bar, the car, and the bed had vanished. It was replaced by an aching, quiet tenderness that was almost harder for Sandrone to bear.

Columbina began to wash her, tracing the marks she had left on Sandrone’s neck and thighs with a gentle touch, wiping away the salt and the proof of their frantic night.

Sandrone watched her through lidded eyes, her voice finally returning, though it was barely a whisper. "You stayed."

Columbina paused, the cloth dripping back into the warm water. She looked at Sandrone, really looked at her, without the veil of alcohol or territorial rage.

"I told you" Columbina said, her voice trembling just a fraction as she reached out to brush a wet strand of hair from Sandrone’s face. "I’m not letting you go again. Not ever."

Sandrone reached out a shaky, damp hand, her fingers curling around Columbina’s wrist. The silence this time wasn't the kind that starved them; it was the kind that finally let them breathe.

Columbina leaned over the edge of the tub, resting her forehead against Sandrone’s, the steam curling around them both. "Go to sleep, dear. when you wake up, I’ll still be here."

then the water finally began to cool, Columbina lifted Sandrone out, wrapped her in the thickest towel she could find, and carried her back to the bed.

She had already stripped the ruined sheets and replaced them with fresh linen that smelled of lavender.

As they slid under the covers, the silence was heavy, but it wasn't the suffocating silence of their breakup. It was a tentative, fragile peace.

Sandrone felt the raw ache in her chest, the kind that comes after crying too hard or screaming too loud and she knew there were a thousand questions they needed to answer. Why did you stay away so long? Why didn't you answer my last call? Do you still have a flight booked for tomorrow?

But as she looked at Columbina in the dim moonlight, she saw the same exhaustion and longing mirrored in those dark eyes.

"Not tonight" Sandrone whispered, her voice a mere ghost of a sound. "Don't... don't make me talk yet."

Columbina’s expression softened into something achingly vulnerable. She reached out, sliding her arm under Sandrone’s neck and pulling her flush against her chest. "I know" Columbina breathed into her hair. "No talking yet. Just this."

Sandrone didn't hesitate. She let out a long, shuddering sigh and tucked her face into the hollow of Columbina’s throat, her small hands clutching at the silk of Columbina’s camisole. She shifted closer, and then closer still, until there wasn't a single inch of space between them. She draped a leg over Columbina’s hip, anchoring herself, her body still humming with a faint, lingering aftershock of the night’s intensity.

It was a moment of absolute weakness. The "mean Sandrone" was gone, replaced by a girl who was simply tired of being lonely.

Columbina’s hand moved in slow, hypnotic circles across Sandrone’s back, her fingers occasionally snagging on a knot of tension before smoothing it out with a gentle press of her thumb. She felt Sandrone’s heartbeat. It was steady and synchronizing with her own. The tightness in her own throat finally began to ease.

"You're so warm" Columbina murmured, her nose brushing against Sandrone’s temple.

Sandrone just hummed, a soft sound of contentment. She nuzzled deeper, her lips grazing the pulse point in Columbina’s neck. She felt safe. For the first time in months, the crushing weight of the endless, empty hours between work and sleep, had vanished.

They lay there for a long time, just breathing each other in. They were pining in the most literal sense. Two people who had spent a year starving and were finally allowed to feast, yet were too overwhelmed to do anything but hold on tight.

Every time Sandrone felt herself drifting toward sleep, she would give a small, frantic squeeze, as if checking to make sure Columbina hadn't turned back into a ghost.

Each time, Columbina would squeeze back, her chin resting on top of Sandrone’s head.

"I'm here, Sandrone" she whispered, over and over, until the words became a lullaby. "I'm right here."

The sun would come up in a few hours. The light would reveal the bruises, the messy workshop, and the reality of their complicated and fractured lives. They would have to talk about the distance, the jealousy, and the contracts that kept them apart. They would have to decide if they were brave enough to try again.

But for now, they just let themselves be weak. They let themselves be two people who loved each other far more than they knew how to handle.

All tangled together in the quiet and finally, back at home.