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Though Grace was most excited to try the new, expensive shower Bela had bought for her, the move had been crushing. She hadn’t anticipated how many boxes there would be to unpack, but between the things they’d brought over from Columbus and the things they’d bought since moving to the new Dimitrescu castle, there had been more than enough to keep them busy all day. After ordering Chinese food and putting Emily to sleep, Grace had headed straight to be, falling asleep in Bela’s arms in their brand-new bed.
It wasn’t that trying out the shower had slipped her mind. The very next morning, she technically tried it, in that she took a shower, but Bela was already downstairs, getting Emily her breakfast. Now that their move had been settled, there remained much to do to prepare Emily for her first day of school. Between buying furniture, the uniforms, and actually getting the girl excited for a real school, with other kids her age, Grace had her hands full.
All too soon, she was dropping Emily off in front of her new school in her new car – Cassandra had apparently picked it, and it had warming seats and tainted windows and a billion other options Grace would have never dreamed of picking on a budget. Grace parked in the drop lane and looked in the rearview mirror as Emily twisted her hands around her seatbelt, seemingly tying herself to the car.
“A-Are you ready?” Grace asked her.
She, too, was a little anxious, however she would not admit it in front of the girl, who looked ready to cry. Grace had cried on her first day of school, but she’d been four – though, to be fair, there was no way to know exactly how old Emily was.
“Do I really have to go?” Emily asked in a small voice.
“You know you d-do. But you... y-you're gonna be okay, and you’re gonna do great.”
“How can you be sure?”
“B-Because you’re the strongest person I k-know. Even stronger than me. And I survived school.”
Emily still looked at her with uncertainty, but she nodded.
“I-If you’re feeling sick, tell your teacher and the s-school will call me, and I’ll come to g-get you.”
Again, Emily nodded. Grace figured she needed a little boost, so she stepped out of the car and rounded the vehicle to open Emily’s door. After a reluctant moment, Emily unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out, dragging her backpack with her. Grace knelt and helped her put the heavy bag on her shoulders, before readjusting her blazer.
“I’ll p-pick you up at 3, and Daniela s-said she’ll come by with a surprise.”
The promise of cake seemed enough to boost Emily’s morale, if only a little. Grace drew her into a hug which the girl reciprocated. She was so tempted to just buckle her back into her seat and drive her home, education be damned. Instead, she let Emily go and watched from the curb as the girl walked up the steps to the front door, melding into the crowd of other kids in similar uniforms.
Grace returned home with a heavy heart. She didn’t expect to feel so emotional over something as normal as Emily going to school. Maybe this would do them some good, to spend more time apart. She repeated this to herself like a mantra as she parked the car in the driveway, exited the vehicle, and returned home. Bela was sitting at the dining table, overlooking a thick pile of papers and the laptop Grace had taught her how to use. All she was missing were glasses to complete her very professional look, and the mental image made Grace smile.
“How did it go?” Bela asked as Grace walked past her to head to the kitchen.
“G-Good, I think. She was s-still a little scared.”
“She’s a tough kid, she’ll be fine. Cassandra also showed her a dozen different ways to hurt an adult man, she can adapt to any situation.”
Grace shook her head as she filled a glass with water.
“Cass did o-or you did?”
“Cassandra started it. I just had to make sure that the information Emily had received was accurate and reinforce her schooling on the matter.”
Grace took a sip of water, not because she really needed it, but mostly to distract herself, even for a second. Emily going to school was saddening, but if she got kicked out for hurting another kid on the first day, Grace would be even more disappointed, and Bela would be spending some time at her mother’s.
Before Grace’s thoughts could spiral too far – she really didn’t want to have to break up with her girlfriend over a boy getting kicked in the shin – she heard Bela’s chair scrape the floor and felt the tall blonde magnetize to her back, wrapping her arms around Grace’s stomach.
“Why are you so tense, iubi? Emily will be just fine.”
“H-How can you be sure?”
“Because she’s your daughter.”
Grace inhaled, hoping the air filling her lungs could push the worry out of her skin. She’d been bullied in almost every school she’d been to, and she could count the number of friends she’d made on a single hand. Maybe it wasn’t such a good thing that Emily was her daughter.
Bela leaned down to kiss her neck, teeth grazing her skin teasingly, and Grace’s thoughts crashed and burned. She tilted her head, offering more of her throat to her girlfriend.
“I hate when you’re anxious, inima mea,” she muttered against her skin. “Maybe you could use some help relaxing.”
She kissed her again, open mouthed so her tongue pressed against Grace’s jugular, and a long shiver ran down her back. Grace had already all but melted in Bela’s arms. If her girlfriend wanted to fuck her in the kitchen, she would let her pick which countertop. However, Bela had a different idea in mind.
“We haven’t tried the fancy shower yet, have we?” Grace shook her head. “Perfect. Why don’t you go ahead while I finish down here?”
“D-Don’t take too long,” Grace warned as Bela planted a kiss on her cheek.
Her tall girlfriend laughed as she pulled away.
“Oh, if you want to start without me, I won’t stop you. I might just watch,” she added with a wink.
A full body blush rushed up to Grace’s head at the thought. And maybe she stumbled on the way to the staircase, but Bela didn’t seem to notice, so her dignity was safe.
In their bedroom, she removed her sweater, throwing it on the bed that still needed to be made, and she jumped from feet to feet as she pulled off her socks, letting them trail on the parquet floor. Then, she headed into the bathroom. A window on the right wall overlooked the woods on the edge of the property, which Grace was pretty sure still belonged to the Dimitrescu – maybe one day she should look at a survey of the property. The two sinks were on the left, on a long countertop beneath a giant mirror. Grace had made a stupid number of vampire and reflection jokes, and each one seemed to annoy Bela more, which only made Grace want to continue. And then, there was the piece de resistance, the shower.
The giant, multi-jets, lights and even music - as Grace had accidentally discovered – shower took a monumental amount of space in the bathroom. The room was a little too narrow to accommodate it, but Grace didn’t care. She turned it on to let the water warm while she changed out of her clothes, throwing her denim pants, tee-shirt, and underwear in a corner. Then, she removed her glasses, setting them carefully between the two sinks.
The water jets were already steaming as she stepped into the shower, letting it run down her back and wet her hair. She had no idea how long it had been since she’d gone upstairs, and it was possible that work had sucked Bela back into its grasp, but Grace didn’t mind. Just the shower was enough to ease some of her worries.
She was wondering whether she should try one of the spa jets when she saw a dark shadow in the reflection of the shower glass. Her heart trembled in surprise, though she realized right away it was her girlfriend. She could be so quiet when she wanted to. When she was on the prowl. Her peignoir fell away to reveal basically nothing, lace panties and one of Grace’s tee-shirts which, on her, looked more like a crop top. Though Grace turned to watch her girlfriend undress – blurry or not, she wasn’t going to miss it – she turned her back to her when Bela stepped into the shower with her. Right away, the tall blonde assumed the same position as before, pulling Grace’s back flushed with her front and her arms holding her close. Grace had the strongest sense of deja vu, which she knew was illogical. It was because of that stupid fantasy she’d imagined back in Seattle.
Bela resumed her campaign on Grace’s neck, and Grace reached back with one hand to run her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair.
“You waited for me, dragă mea?” she whispered in her ear.
Grace’s trembling response was more powerful than she’d expected, and once again, she blamed her fantasy for it. She bit her lower lip as Bela’s hands glided over her sides, never coming close to her chest or descending past her hips.
“I-I need to tell you something,” Grace mumbled.
Right away, Bela’s curiosity was piqued, and she stopped kissing her neck and relaxed her grip so Grace could turn in her grasp. Grace knew she was blushing, but she wanted to tell Bela.
“Back at the hotel, w-while you were out hunting, I did... touch myself, in the shower... t-thinking about you...”
Bela’s face was a little too blurry for Grace to judge her reaction, and she started fidgeting under the shower spray while she waited for her girlfriend to say something. Then, Bela grabbed her waist a little more possessively and kissed her. Grace melted again her, not only relieved that Bela wasn’t upset, but that she didn’t seem to care. She was wrong, as when they parted, Bela drew her earlobe between her teeth, sparking pain and pleasure in equal measure.
“I knew you had a wicked mind,” Bela whispered in her ear. “Was it good?”
Grace was speechless for a moment, especially as Bela nipped at her jaw. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember. They’d had so much sex in the past couple of months, it sometimes felt sinful. This was the greed they described in the Bible. All she remembered was the embarrassment she felt in the aftermath.
“So, iubi? Who satisfied you more? Me, or the fantasy of me?”
“You, obviously,” Grace replied without hesitation.
“Tell me more?”
Grace made a confused noise, which sounded a little too much like a moan as Bela’s hands caressed her thighs.
“How did this fantasy of your go?”
Grace chuckled. Part of her wanted to be sheepish, but Bela seemed interested, so she did her best to recount her shower fantasy.
“Y-You stepped into the shower after me. Held m-me from behind.”
“We’re starting strong,” Bela laughed against her shoulder. “What else?”
“You touched b-between my legs.”
This time, Bela balked.
“My fantasy self is too impatient, I think. Can I show you what I would have done?”
“Please...”
Bela brought her hands back up to cup Grace’s breasts. She rolled her nipples with her thumbs, and the bolt of lightning that rushed to Grace’s core was pure bliss. She continued the ministration while sucking on Grace’s shoulder and licking where the blood pulled beneath her skin like she was tempting the devil, or her own self-control. As she pawed Grace’s breasts and caressed her nipples, Grace’s breathing grew ragged, and she leaned harder against her girlfriend for support.
“What else?” Bela whispered into her ear.
With the tension growing between her legs, it took Grace a moment to remember. This had been it. In her fantasy, Bela had just held her from behind, touched her, and-
“Y-You...” she panted, already breathless. “You c-called me a good girl...”
Bela’s laugh was more a purr in the back of her throat, reminding Grace of a mountain lion. She knew she’d just offered the key to her deepest self to her girlfriend, and she waited with apprehension to see what Bela would do with it.
At first, Bela did nothing. She continued to fondle her breasts like she was too happy to keep doing so forever, meanwhile Grace wasn’t sure she could stand the teasing much longer. Her clit ached between her legs; the absence of friction was the only thing on her mind with every heartbeat. When Bela finally let go of her breasts, it was to turn her head around so they could kiss again. Grace thought they were done playing her fantasy, and tried to turn to face her girlfriend, but Bela’s hand on her hip kept her in place. They parted as Bela’s fingers finally trailed past her hair and between her legs. While one hand explored her folds, the other wrapped around Grace’s stomach, keeping her not only still but flushed with Bela’s front.
“You’re so wet already,” Bela whispered. “My good girl.”
Grace would have moaned at the words alone, but coupled with Bela’s fingers pressing against her clit, she knew she wouldn’t last long. Bela pressed kisses on her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her jaw, while she worked her to completion. Eyes closed, Grace had completely forgotten where she was, if she was dreaming or if this was real, actually, finally.
“Come for me, pretty girl.”
Grace obeyed, as the pressure in the pit of her stomach became too much. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she let all her weight fall on Bela, certain that her girlfriend would catch her. Bela didn’t stop touching her, driving her through her orgasm until Grace was too sensitive, and she reached for Bela to stop. Her heart was like a jackhammer in her chest, and she was having trouble catching her breath, which she blamed on the hot shower steam that filled the bathroom. Bela continued to kiss her face until Grace felt that she could stand on her own.
“Was it as good as you imagined?” Bela asked.
Grace could only nod. Even though she was still breathing hard, she stood on her tip toes to kiss Bela, as a sort of thank you. Bela kissed her back, her thumb caressing Grace’s hipbone, which Grace knew she had taken to do as a grounding gesture, to anchor her.
“Can I show you my shower fantasy now?” Bela asked with the enthusiasm of a tigress finding a deer without its herd.
“Y-You also had one?” Grace panted, her lips pulled into an amused smile.
“It was hard not to, when I saw the shower arrive. I may not have touched myself to it, but I’ve thought about it. It’s getting... distracting.”
Bela pulled her into another kiss, her tongue gliding over Grace’s bottom lip before entering her mouth. Grace figured it was only fair, since Bela had done it for her, that she should also participate in her fantasy. When they separated, she nodded:
“What d-do you want me to do?”
Bela’s face was a little blurry, but still close enough to her own that she saw the predatory smile. With one hand on Grace’s shoulder, she nudged her until her back rested against the warm shower tiles. Grace gave her a curious look. She’d expected instructions, for Bela to find a pleasing way to use her to get her pleasure. Instead, Bela sank to her knees. She was still a little too tall to reach between Grace’s legs, more on the level of her belly button. She placed open mouth kisses over her stomach, and Grace felt another tremor between her legs.
“W-When you said you had a f-fantasy, I t-thought...”
“You thought I’d miss a chance to eat you? You don’t know me at all, iubi. That’s very sad. I need to make sure you won’t forget again.”
Her fingers trailed down Grace’s legs until they hooked behind her knees. Then, with graceful ease that still made Grace yelp in surprise, she lifted her, resting her legs over her shoulders. Without wasting more time, Bela’s tongue lapped up her release. Grace would have thought the position precarious, that they were bound to fall into a pile of limbs and maybe she would break her arm on the shower floor, but that would be ill-knowing Bela’s strength and determination. She kept Grace perfectly steady all while doing the most obscene things with her mouth.
Very quickly, Grace found herself panting once more, as Bela fucked her with her tongue. She searched for purchase on the slick tiles, but finding none, she placed her hands in Bela’s hair instead, nails scratching her scalp and making her moan against her core. Grace knew she would not last long, though she wanted to, for Bela’s sake. However, when her girlfriend’s lips wrapped around her clit, she was as good as dead.
In little time, she crested her second orgasm. Bela’s tongue rolled her clit, and Grace bit her lower lip. Another stroke, and her breath sputtered in her throat. Her head fell against the tiles, and her heels dug in Bela’s back, not that the blonde seemed to care. She continued to lick her core until Grace pulled on her hair to stop her.
Delicately, Bela helped her place her feet back on the ground. Still, Grace remained with her back pressed against the shower wall, chest heaving and legs trembling. She brushed back her damp hair while fighting for air. Bela placed a kiss on the bite scar on her thigh – often reopened, though Bela always had the decency to let it heal before she sank her teeth into her again. Then, she stood up and directed Grace to her. Grace was all too happy to let Bela draw her into a hug and bring her under the warm shower spray.
“Definitely better than in my mind,” Bela told her.
Grace chuckled.
“You need to come up w-with another one. Where you a-actually let me touch you.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty more. But today was for you.”
“You’re s-so selfless,” Grace teased her.
“Don’t I know it,” Bela sighed.
Grace chuckled and kissed between her collarbones. She knew, eventually, they would have to get out of the shower and go back to reality. But right now, she never wanted to be anywhere else.