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Harriet sleepily nuzzles into the soft hand that is tucking her hairstrands behind her ear.
"Time to get up, baby."
She thinks she whines but all that can be blamed on her previous heaven that is the state between sleep and complete conscious, the one where she can endlessly bask in her Louisa's love with no consequence or reality interfering.
She hears the most beautiful chuckle and then the softest of pressure near her dimple in form of a kiss. "We have to go to the uni darlin'. C'mon get dressed, brekkie is ready."
Sighing, Harriet opens her eyes, squinting to see through the blinding sunshine. Louisa's face shadows hers, a smile appearing, making the girl's heart beat faster immediately.
"You are my baby but I hope I don't have to get you ready like the other two." She teases, and for a moment Harriet forgets to breathe. She is all ready for the day- she looks absolutely ethereal, heaven descended angel all the damn time but oh Aphrodite have mercy, Harriet doesn't think she can wake up to a domestic Louisa Tomlinson everyday. Her fragile, fragile heart will not be able to take it. And yet, she will DIE if this ever goes away.
It is probably the flush on her face that leads Louisa to smirk and lean in, pressing her lips to Harriet's parted ones. And for a moment, shock runs through her mind- the weekend, right. But before she can kiss back, Louisa pulls back, getting up from the bed and walking out the door.
"Get up Hazzie, or we are going to be late!"
Harriet always knew she was absolutely, madly gone for Louisa but she surprises even herself by how much, every damn day.
•
By the time she is ready, Louisa has managed to wake the twins, freshened them up and hauled them into the cutest tiny outfits. How she is so fast, Harriet has no idea but 'mother's magic', she guesses.
"Hazzie!" Harriet hears a squeal and it is met with Nat running into her legs, hugging them tight.
She bends down and picks her up, kissing her forehead. "Good morning to you too, baby. How did you sleep?"
"Good! Dreamed-"
"Dreamt."
"-of you an'- an' mummy an' Nate an' me!"
Gasping, she tickles the toddler. "You did? That's crazy! I dreamt of us too!" Nat giggles, squealing when Harriet continues to tickle her.
"Hazzie!" A whine comes from where Louisa is combing Nate's hair.
Amused, the mother keeps him from jumping down the chair and running away. She is not done combing his hair yet. "She is not running anywhere, Nate."
Harriet, good good Harriet, makes her way- with Nat attached to her leg- ofcourse where else would she be- to them, caressing Nate's chubby cheek with her knuckle. "Good morning to you, darlin'. How are you today?"
Nate fusses till his mother finally lets go of his face, nuzzling his tiny face into Harriet's tummy, hugging her waist. Smiling, the girl rubs his back in hopes of providing some comfort.
"Sorry," he murmurs, his voice so small it makes Harriet's heart ache.
"Did you apologise to Nat?" She bends down to press her lips to the freshly combed hair. Goddess, her babies deserve the kisses. All of them.
"Yeah!" Nat cheers from her side before Nate can reply. Nate agrees with her in a nod, his lips set in a pout, cheek smushed against Harriet.
"And did you accept the apology?"
"Yeah!" Nat nods eagerly, so desperate to clear her brother's name.
Humming, the girl turns to the other twin, firmly asking, "Will you keep pulling her hair?"
Wide-eyed, Nate is quick to shake his head no. "No!"
Proudly smiling down at him, Harriet kisses his cheek before praising him, "that's a good lad." Happy with the resolution, Nate jumps down, hugging his sister, leaving the two women cooing over them.
Over their heads, Louisa sends Harriet a wink.
Perhaps, perhaps, parenthood isn't so bad.
•
"Put a reminder for eleven o clock, yes?" Harriet hums, doing just that. They need to meet her counselor for switching classes. She really doesn't want to attend English from any professor other than Lou but the woman is insisting.
"If you have any problem in the course, I'm always here, you know that." She gently touches the girl's forearm in support.
"I know." Harriet pouts, turning in her seat. "But I don't want to stare at a bald man for an hour every other day! I want to stare at your beautiful face!"
Louisa snorts, "Darlin', your eyes are fixed at me tits and arse, not me makeup."
She doesn't even try to deny. "Hey, makeup or not, your face is a fuckin' masterpiece!" She says it with such conviction, if it were anyone else, they'd stop for a minute to admire it. But Louisa, being Louisa, is used to all her baby's antics.
"Yes yes, we're getting your course switched," the woman simply waves the buttering off, bringing her back to the topic which leads to wide green doe eyes blinking at her in a plea.
"I really like staring at your tits and arse." Stating that, Harriet lays her defence, "just saying."
Louisa rolls her eyes, "get out of my car! I'll see you at eleven."
Sighing dramatically, the girl gathers her things. With one hand on the door handle, she turns to the woman and says, "What will I even say to him? Why do I want to change my class in the middle of the semester?"
"It isn't fitting in your schedule anymore."
"Humph," the girl huffs and opens the door, getting out. Her class is starting in ten minutes anyways.
"I will give you a glowing recommendation!" She fondly shakes her head at Louisa's faux excitement, trying her best to hide her smile.
She leans on the door, picking her bag. "I don't need that for another prof's class. I need it on my resume."
Blue eyes sparkle at her, winking. "Pretty sure you don't need me for that, baby."
"Fuckin' charmer!" Harriet grumbles despite the smile making its way into her lips, shutting the door close so that Lou can drive off.
"I love you too!" She hears before the engine revs and her woman is off.
•
The meeting with her councellor goes fine, he isn't even interested in the cause really. She just had to fill up some paperwork and Louisa, bless her, did give her a glowing recommendation- stating she can catch up with Mr. David's class, who is teaching the same course as her this semester.
"I don't wanna go home," are the first words that come out of Harriet's mouth after shutting the door of the passenger's seat at the end of the day.
"Your mum has texted me twice since this morning." Louisa turns the car on, reversing from the parking lot. "And I'm sure she has been blowing up your phone too."
"But I will miss you."
Stopping the car, the woman changes the gear, pressing on the accelerator. "Oh baby, but your mum misses you too."
"I miss her too. But- I-"
Giving the girl a small smile, Louisa breathes out, "I get it."
"No, you don't. I have wanted you for so, so damn long, Lou and now I finally have you. I can touch you, kiss you, I can tell you how much I crave you. I finally got a taste of you and I cannot bring myself to leave it all now."
"Hazzie..."
Somedays, the devotion- the extent of it- would scare Louisa. Somedays, she would wonder if it had been wrong to let Harriet love her so much, if she had made some wrong decisions. But then again, how, anything that has got her this much pure love as a consequence, could ever be wrong?
"I love you so much, it's too much for me to keep it all contained. I- I just want to be with you all the time, if I could marry you today, I would. I want you so fucking much that you could ask me to- to carry your babies today, and I would. I would."
Harriet can feel her throat constricting, so much so that it is almost painful to get the words out without bawling but she forces them through. "I love you obsessively and it is insane- and unhealthy, I know!" She turns her head to look at Louisa, "but I have always loved you, I don't know how to not." It fades into a whisper but she knows her Lou got it. "Especially now that I know you love me too."
"I love you, Hazzie. I love you so much, my darling girl." To anyone else, these words wouldn't sound any different but Harriet has known this woman twenty years, she hears the wet undertone in them, the amount of emotion that has rolled off of her tongue with those words.
And she stands corrected when the older woman clears her throat before saying, "I think we should tell your mum. Explicitly."
Harriet goes quiet at that.
"It wouldn't come as a complete surprise but she will need some time to get comfortable with it. But once she is okay, maybe you could, um, if you like, start staying with us on some weekdays too? Only if you are completely comfy with having two toddlers on your head all the time and jumping into a very domestic life."
Louisa reaches out to hold Harriet's hand, softly dragging her thumb back and forth over it. "I want you to think about it clearly, take your time, sleep on your decision and then finally decide whatever you want."
"On the sleepovers or telling mum?" She tries to joke but it falls flat.
"Both, whatever you like, Hazzie."
I want to move in with you- she almost says that but bites her tongue at the end moment. Is she really ready for that? Sure she said she'd marry her right now but...
It's not like she isn't at Louisa's house most of the time, what difference would it make? But at the same time, to be living with two- admittedly, her favourite- toddlers twenty four seven? And yes the sex is great- she would die if it is ever taken away from her- but moving in with someone isn't just about sex.
And yeah, they've been domestic for so long that it would feel like second nature, slipping together into that life together, yet...
Yet, there's a flicker of hesitation in her mind.
And Lou being Lou clearly senses it. Her hand lands on the girl's shoulder, softly rubbing her thumb in circles. "Take all your time, think about it and sleep on it. And before that, we need to tell your mum, obviously. But only when you are ready. We don't have to rush anything."
•
"I get that I'm not as interesting as Lou but I'm pretty okay at making conversation." Anne rounds about the sofa, handing one cup of tea to her daughter before sitting down herself. She bends forward to pick a biscuit from the platter sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
"Huh?" Harriet distractedly asks as she accepts the cup, taking a small sip before looking at her mother in question.
"What has you looking so lost since yesterday?" She munches on the biscuit waiting for the answer. When the girl doesn't respond right away, she raises her eyebrow before taking a sip herself.
"Um, nothing, mum. I'm-" The mother watches as the girl looks away- at the biscuits waiting to be eaten, specifically. "I'm fine. Really."
"Okay, but what's on your mind?" Anne asks casually, bending to pick two more and handing one to Harriet, muttering, "eyeing them will not bring them to your mouth. And don't give me 'nothing'. I'm your mother, I can read you very well. Besides, anybody can see you have been zoning out constantly."
"It's... well..." Harriet is busy searching for words. She did not plan this. She didn't even think it through. Fuck! She needs Lou here. If only she could lie well enough and make something up and then when they've planned it all, she could bring Lou and sweet, sweet Lou could talk to her mother-
That will definitely make it worse, she cringes externally. She should undoubtedly talk to her mum alone and before she gets to know from somewhere else- where else, Harriet chastises herself, who even knows but whatever! Her mother deserves to know about this from her and her only.
"It's Lou, isn't it?"
Harriet flinches at the name and contemplates saying no- No, it isn't Lou. But what's the point? So she murmurs a 'yeah'.
"Did you guys have a fight?"
"No?" That even sound weird. Well, they do fight. They have fought in the past- what twenty? years they've known each other- but it's never serious, it never lasts. They are too much alike for their fights to last anyways. And Harriet really cannot stay mad at Louisa, she has tried and failed- both miserably.
Often Anne would worry that Harriet had too much of Lou's personality. Not that Louisa wasn't a perfectly nice girl but she did worry that Harriet would never have the chance- or rather, Harriet would never allow herself enough separation from her role model- to gain her own sense of judgement and opinions and choices.
Thankfully, Louisa had understood even if Harriet didn't want to understand.
"Oh well, if you didn't fight..." The woman turns away from the girl, leaning back into the sofa. "Do I want to know?"
Harriet huffs a laugh at her mother's nonchalant question. "I don't think so." She lets the silence linger for a minute before turning her body sideways and keeping the tea away. "But you ought to."
That catches the mother's attention. That and her girl's fancy choice of words. She mimics Harriet's position, intently listening to what she has to say.
It nerves the fuck out of her, Goddess why did she decide to start the topic again? "We are... um-" awkwardly, she clears her throat, choosing to look at her nails instead. "-together." That's the best word she could come up with. So much for studying english.
Harriet doesn't look up when her mother says nothing. No, she simply lets the anticipation eat her alive. She will not look up unless her mum lets her know what reaction she is up against.
"Huh." Is what Anne says after complete two minutes of silence. Great choice of words, if Harriet must say so. "I mean-" Another huff of surprise leaves Anne's mouth. She clearly takes her time before slowly choosing the words. "I always hoped you'd grow out of your crush but oh."
Harriet still doesn't look up. "It's not a crush."
"I know, I know." In the periphery, the girl can see her mother move to keep her cup aside too. She waves her hands around, "wrong choice of words and all that." She takes a deep breath to clear her mind. "So you've talked? Both of you?"
"Yeah."
After a moment, the mother says, "I see."
"I-" Fiddling with her fingers, Harriet insists, "I really like her."
And if Harriet would just look up, she'd see that Anne needs no convincing. "I know, baby. You always have." But she wouldn't miss the slight disapproval either. "I just... didn't think she would, you know..."
The girl emits a hurtful sound. "Lou didn't always like me like that, you know that." Her voice sounds so weak to her own ears, she wonders how could it ever convince her mother.
Anne opens her mouth, but closes it soon enough. "It's still..."
Harriet doesn't complete that sentence, neither does her mum.
"Have you thought this through?"
Gulping, Harriet nods. "I have."
The mother chances a glance at the quiet girl. Sure, she is twenty, she is an adult, she can very well do whatever she wishes. But.
"Has she?" Careful of her words, Anne starts slowly. "She is... much older than you. She has lived her life, she is living her age. She has two kids, Hazzie."
At that, green eyes snap up to the older one's looking right back at her. "Do I not know that?! I would like to believe that I'm aware of how many children she has, given the fact that I have changed their diapers!"
Anne stays calm at the outburst, only explaining herself further. "Harriet. You have yet to live your age. You are just entering your twenties. You've got a lot to experience before you settle down is all I'm saying."
Gritting her teeth, the girl mutters, "Forgive me for I am failing to see how being together with her will snatch my experiences away!"
"Harriet!" Anne doesn't shout, but no one will talk to her that way in her house. She very well knows when to be firm with her child. Shaking her head, she lays down her points.
"I just want to look out for you. And thirteen years is a huge age gap for your age."
"It's not that huge," the girl mutters weakly, looking down at her lap again. Fuck, she wishes Louisa was here to answer all her mother's questions. She'd know what to say. She'd tell her mother that yes, she really has thought it through. Harriet wishes that she has, otherwise this all could blow up very fast, very poorly.
"What the hell was Louisa thinking?" Anne shakes her head, whispering to herself.
Frowning, the girl tries to hold her anger in. What does she mean?! It isn't just Louisa who is in it! "We are together whether you like it or not. I am in love with her. I, for the love of my life, could not love her kids any more than I already do." Harriet grits out, not looking at her mother. It's probably for the best. Both of them know she'll end up crying. And probably screaming at her mum. Which, yeah, not good.
But that doesn't give her mother any right to bash Louisa. Hence the clarification, albeit with determination and held back anger, "I am in a relationship with her."
Anne contemplates everything quietly for a few seconds, then says, "I am assuming this... development occurred over the weekend."
"Yes."
"Oh well," she breathes out, rubbing her palms over her thighs with nothing better to do. "I cannot stop you." She acknowledges that much. "But I do think you could wait a little, explore more." Trying to catch her daughter's eyes, she tells her, "Haz, I only want what's best for you. And as your mother, I just do not think that a serious relationship and two kids are what you need to think about at twenty."
Gritting her teeth, Harriet tries her best to not let her voice waver. "The decision is not yours."
"I know," Anne simply resigns with no fight at all. "I cannot choose for you or force you but I do have the right to let you know what I think." Slowly, she brings her hands to enclose her daughter's. "I will be your mother forever, Hazzie, no matter how big you grow, I will always worry about you."
By now, Harriet knows it is a lost fight. She cannot control the tears pooling in her eyes. In a last attempt, she pleads, "I really love her."
"I know, baby." The gentle voice lets the girl know that there is no fight, there never was. "I've seen it all your life."
"She loves me too." Shutting her eyes, she lets one tear fall.
And Anne only nods in acknowledgement. "Louisa is a smart woman, I only hope that she knows what she is doing."
"Is this-" Tear-filled eyes turn to look at Anne. "Are you angry at me?"
Confused, the mother shakes her head, "no. Haz, why-"
"Ugh, upset, disappointed, whatever!"
Shaking her head, the woman slightly chuckles at her. "No, I am not." Harriet furrows her eyes at that, wondering if her mother is alright. Why is she laughing?
Slowly, she asks, "are you going to cut off from her?"
Humming, Anne rolls her eyes. "As long as you're my daughter, I do not believe I can." A barely contained squeal makes its way out of Harriet's mouth. But that glee lasts only so long. "What I will do, is talk to her."
Uh oh.
Squeezing her mum's hands once, Harriet requests, "please don't make her feel guilty about it."
This time, Anne gives her a rueful chuckle. "You are my child and she is closer to me in age than you."
"Wow." Taking a deep breath, Harriet swallows, readying herself to reveal yet another- or rather drop another bomb on her mother. Oh well, Goddesses above made her mother a strong woman.
"While we are talking about it... if I were to 'explore' and 'enjoy' my twenties, I'd be with much older women, just so you know... Because if you are only concerned about the age gap... it could be a lot more."
Blinking rapidly, Anne takes in all the new information. "You were right, I did not want to know any of this."
Harriet catches her mum's eyes and they both laugh. Yeah, this is a conversation none of them ever wanted to have. "I just thought it was better that you heard it from me than accidentally finding out somehow."
"That, is a wise take on the situation," the mother admits. She actually finds it very impressive that her daughter has enough courage to come out and tell all this to her. God, she's so immensely proud of the person her Harriet has become.
"Lou asked me when I wanted to tell you and I thought, well you already knew about me- you both knew that I liked her!- and it would be as... weird whether I told you now or a year later so... honestly, I just wanted to get over with it."
"Do you feel lighter?"
Shrugging, Harriet falls back onto the back of the sofa, letting her body relax into it. There's only so much energy she could put in sitting straight up, majority of which was due to nerves and adrenaline. "At least now you know. I don't have to put so much effort into consciously hiding it."
Listening to her, Anne takes a deep breath, patting Harriet's shoulder, getting ready to get up from the sofa. "Give me some time."
Harriet traps her mum's hand between her shoulder and cheek to stop her. "Are you sure you are not angry?"
That brings a huffy giggle out of the mother. "God, no. It's not ideal but-" She can't help but caress her dimple with her thumb. "You are my baby. How can I be angry at something that is making you so happy?"
Harriet gives her a wet smile with more tears pooling in her green eyes. "Do you think you'll be okay with us?"
"Just give me some time, Haz." She pats her cheek twice and bends down to leave a tiny kiss on her head.
"I'm happy and very proud that we could sit and have this conversation."
But Harriet, instead of letting her mum leave, pulls her into a hug. "You're the best mum. I love you. Thank you for not being angry." Her voice gets muffled in Anne's shoulder but she knows her words will reach her mum anyways.
"Nonsense." Anne ruffles her hair, holding her daughter close. "I love you more than anything."
•
"Hey." Louisa gets up from her chair instantly as Harriet rushes into her office, closing the door behind her. "How are you?" She moves around the desk, pulling the girl into a much needed cuddle.
Harriet had called her last night, told her that she'd talked to Anne. Realistically, Louisa hadn't expected Anne to accept their relationship instantly but maybe Harriet did harbour some higher hopes.
Honestly speaking, Louisa thought the conversation had gone way better than it could have but on the other hand, Harriet's feelings are no less valid.
"She's not angry but..."
"It'll take some time for her to be okay with our relationship." The woman rubs her back in comfort. "It's natural, baby. But she's your mum and she loves you. She will come around."
Harriet pulls back from the hug, worry still etched in every inch of her face. "I know but- I'm more worried about your relationship with her."
Goddess, how can Louisa be any more fond of this girl? "It's only normal for her to be cross with me, Hazzie. I'm literally fucking her twenty year old."
"How are you so chill about it?!"
Chuckling, Louisa reasons, "because I know Anne and I know that once the news settles down, she'll be happy for us."
"Doesn't dispel my worries."
"I know, love." Louisa softly caresses her cheek, giving her a gentle smile. "And that's okay too." She pulls the girl into another hug, running her palm across Harriet's back and pressing a kiss to her temple.
When she pulls back, Harriet looks at her with her big doe eyes, blinking slowly. "Can I, er, have a kiss? If that's okay with you? It's your place of work- shit, are there cameras here?"
"C'mere. Sit." She pulls Harriet by their joined hands and nudges her into one of the chairs. Turning around, she looks for her glass, half-filled with water. "Drink it, darling."
After that is done, Louisa takes her hands into hers again, answering the girl. "Yes, you can have a kiss. No, I don't mind. No, there are no cameras here."
Harriet tilts her face up for a kiss and Louisa kisses away all her worries for a moment.
She leans their forehead together, thankful to have some grounding contact with her woman. "I wish we could spend more time together. Miss you. I hate weekdays now that I can't stare at you in my class."
Louisa- being Louisa- shuts her eyes, murmuring in a tiny voice, "I'm sorry I am not able to give you more time, with the mid-sems coming up and-"
The girl shakes her head just the tiniest bit, bringing one of their joined hands to hold the apologetic face. "'S not your fault, please don't apologise."
She gulps, "'s just- if you were dating someone else-"
Harriet cuts her sentence halfway, not ready to let Louisa blame herself anyhow. "I'd most probably see them even less. Into older women and all that, remember?" And what she said is true anyways. "Besides, you're the one I'm in love with and there is no one better for me than you."
"How are you so sure?"
Harriet could cry at how vulnerable her Lou sounds, opposite of the 'bigger than life' personality the woman inhabitates. She nudges their noses together, grasps her hands a little tighter, saying with unwavering conviction. "You know me and you know how to take care of me and I know you and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
"My baby..." Desperate to be closer to her girl, Louisa climbs into her lap, uncaring of anything else. She pulls her into an open mouth kiss, hungrily licking into Harriet's mouth, tasting every inch of her baby.
"Mommy," the younger one gasps, letting the woman kiss her as she pleases, simply happy to have Louisa touching her in some form of the other.
"My baby, my precious girl." Louisa presses warm kisses all over her face, giving one last smooch before pulling back to see the girl.
Harriet blushes under the intense stare. Her mouth is still slightly open, reeling from all the kisses.
"I love you, Hazzie." Warm palms cup her face so gently, Harriet can feel the love flowing into her. Louisa presses her lips so lovingly to her forehead, murmuring to no one, "Goddess, I can't believe I get to love you."
Harriet is positive she is breathing in love. So much love that gratitude is pooling in her eyes. "Love you Lou. I love you so much."
"Let me do something for you, love, for once."
"Lou, you don't-"
"Please," the woman insists, shutting her eyes, simply revelling in the feeling of being together.
And who is Harriet to deny her anything? She holds her woman close, murmuring back, "as you wish. My body belongs to you anyways."
There's a gasp from above, "Hazzie..."
The gratitude falls from green eyes, kissing her cheeks, stopping at her lips for a second, lingering for a kiss. "There's no one who could ever love it better than you."
"Baby..." Louisa surges to kiss her girl- tastes the teardrop that lingers on her lush lips, holding her with utmost delicacy. She touches her face, tracing every ridge and bump with her fingertips, bleeding with love. She caresses Harriet's neck, humming into her mouth as she loves the soft, soft skin.
And when her baby gasps to breathe, she pulls back, kissing every inch of her face- her beauty mark, her nose, the corner of her red lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her temple.
"So beautiful, my baby Hazzie, my love, so beautiful, baby." She keeps kissing her till the girl is no more than a puddle under her.
"Let me kiss you, hm?"
Harriet lets out a happy noise, melting into the chair underneath her.
"Mm," Louisa hums, running her nose down her jaw, along the strong tendon on the side of her neck. She peppers quick kisses on her way, taking her sweet time where her shoulder meets her neck. She nibbles on the already red skin- their weekend fuckfest battle scars.
"Taste so sweet." She gently sucks on the red skin, earning a soft gasp. "My sensitive baby."
"Love your kisses, mommy." She holds onto Louisa's shoulders, slipping her hands to her upper back, just touching, simply knowing. That is enough for now, enough for her.
"I know," a soft voice reassures her. "Mommy loves giving you kisses as well. You're such a sweet little babygirl," Harriet feels mommy's nose tease its way back up, and then another kiss is placed on her ear. "Makes mommy want to give you all the kissies in the world."
Harriet happily shudders as her words settle over her skin like a safety blanket.
Seeing her baby so happy has Louisa feeling so good. She moves back down and presses her lips to the base of her throat, wetly kissing the skin, grazing her teeth just enough to let their presence be known.
She roams her hands over the white and navy blue top, over the soft breasts, resting then just below the curves.
"So warm, so soft, so sweet." She hotly whispers over the neckline of her top. She presses a kiss there too. "Such a pretty girl. Makes mommy's top look so good."
Louisa never bats an eye when the girl nicks her clothes, it occurs too often for her to even try to scold the girl. Besides, for some reason, Harriet takes her old clothes, crop tops mostly, which never fit Louisa post-pregnancy. Louisa could never scold her, not when Harriet looks so fine and happy just to have a piece of Louisa with her throughout the day.
Bashfully, the girl grins, loving the approval. She confesses with flushed cheeks, "love wearing your clothes. Especially your old ones."
Louisa sits back and her laugh chimes in the office like the prettiest trinkle. "Funny thing, I think I bought this very top when I was twenty."
"Even better." Happily sighing, Harriet melts back into the chair, letting the woman dote over her.
"It suits you far better than me anyways." Harriet goes to make a noise of protest but is cut off by more kisses. "It sits on your chest so nicely."
"Really?" She loves how those green eyes sparkle at the praise. Goddess, her baby really did not realise how beautiful she is. Unjustifiable.
"Mm, accentuates your boobs so well." Two hands firmly cup her breasts from below, giving them a shake or two. "Wish there wasn't a bra underneath. Could touch your pretty little nipples too then." Louisa brushes the centre with her thumbs, right where her nipples would poke through, had she not worn a bra.
The girl draws a sharp breath at the touch. She begs, "mommy, please..."
Louisa moves their lips together, brushing them gently. "What do you want, babygirl?"
The girl chases mommy's lips, whispering back, "wan' you to do whatever you want. You can remove it..."
"Okay, darling." She says, one hand slipping inside the top to unhook the bra, the other hand pulling the straps down Harriet's arms. The girl quickly gets to help her get rid of the nuisance, pulling it out from the neck of the top and dropping it somewhere on the floor.
Happy with it, Louisa gets her hands back on the chest. "Mm," she bends to nuzzle into her body heat.
"Gorgeous." She pinches one nipple from over the cloth, puckering her lips and pressing a tiny kiss on it with a big 'muah'. Harriet quietly watches her do the same to her other nipple, silently gasping when mommy's lips touch her. "My little girl is so soft and delicate."
"Mommy..."
"Yes you are." Louisa coos at her. It would seem ridiculous had Harriet not enjoyed being Lou's baby so much. "The most delicate thing I've ever seen. So glad you're all mine. All mine to give you so many kisses." She peppers more kisses over the- now proudly poking through the white top- nipples.
"Yours-" Harriet gasps, throwing her head back on the chair, "-all yours."
"Can mommy see your precious little tits, darling?"
Harriet is nodding before the question is complete, she would let Louisa do whatever she wanted. No questions, no hesitation.
And so, her top is bunched up with her tits out.
"Oh Goddess," Louisa whispers, bending down to press her lips right on the sterum, between the two swells on her chest. Her lips trail to the right, leaving a line of kisses behind as they reach her sensitive buds. "So tiny for me, baby." Nuzzling into the even softer skin, mommy opens her lips and lets the puckered nipple slide into her warm, wet mouth.
"Mommy!"
The woman lightly sucks on the pink nipple, laving her tongue around the soft skin, humming when the girl squirms under her. She pulls back with a pop, kissing her way across Harriet's chest, kissing the other nipple too.
Cupping the tits, she gives them a little jiggle, squeezing the soft chest, extracting a low moan from her girl.
"Pretty baby's pretty little titties."
Harriet whines, wanting to hear more. "Yes."
"Baby likes it when mommy plays with them?" The woman smirks when her baby's eyes are rolling back as she keeps playing with the wet nipples, flicking them, loving that her girl is too muddled with ecstasy to answer her.
Nevertheless, Harriet moans, "yes, yes!"
And so the woman continues talking, bringing her lips back to the delectable set of breasts. "I love playing with them too. They are so soft, so kissable," she smushes his lips into her left breast, squishing it evidently and leaving a slew of kisses. "Goddess, I could eat you up, babygirl." She bites the flesh gently, sucking at the skin, while pinching the other bud, flicking it consistently.
"Ah-"
Louisa pulls back, eyes trained on the love bite blossoming to the side of her baby's areola. She looks up into her girl's shining eyes, so filled with love. "You're so pretty, I never want to stop kissing you."
Harriet pulls her into a kiss, trying to grasp at any piece of Louisa to keep her from going away.
Just to tease her love, Louisa breaks the kiss, moving back when Harriet whines and chases her lips. She bites Harriet's lower lip and murmurs, "let mommy suck on that tongue, baby."
And Goddess, Harriet does. She opens her mouth and lets mommy in. Whatever she wants.
"Can mommy taste you here?" Harriet's thighs twitch close together when the first tap comes unexpectedly. Mommy taps right between her legs a few more times, grinning at the surprised whispery moan.
"Yes, please," she mewls into the woman's mouth, pressing back onto the finger that is lightly lingering there.
"Yeah? Can mommy see her babygirl?"
Nodding, her hips press further into the fingers covering her mound.
"Then let me remove your cutesy shorts, love."
Harriet's hips are in the air before Louisa is halfway through the sentence, pulling down the waistband. The woman helps her legs out of the mess, thumbing at her bare hip.
"So gorgeous." She even bends down to kiss at the waistband of her plain black panties. "Wanna take this off?" She murmurs, kissing the hip bone jutting out as Harriet lounges more comfortably.
"Yes Lou!" The girl huffs, too worked up to be teased to no end.
She wiggles around till Louisa removes it too, instantly nuzzling into the crease between her hips and thighs. "Goddess, you smell so good," the woman moans, nuzzling further to inhale her love's arousal.
Harriet keens, shifting her hips to get Louisa to kiss her where she really needs.
The woman- on the contrary- gets up, leaning over Harriet. She holds the girl's chin and pulls it forward to thrust her tongue against her baby's. She swallows all the squeaky moans, the gasps, the words right out of Harriet's mouth. She traces the slicked plush lip, looking right into the gorgeous greens. "Want mommy to lick your pretty pussy like this?"
"Please," Harriet brokenly begs, wanting nothing more than that. She feels like a broken record, begging and begging Louisa to just do anything, something!
"Ofcourse, darling." Louisa goes easily, settling down on her knees in front of Harriet's legs. Her warm palms grip the naked calves, slowly running up the long legs. Harriet shivers above her, feeling herself get wetter as mommy's hands ultimately land on her inner thighs- they would be squeezing the fuck out of her inner thighs had they not been stuck together.
So naturally, Louisa tuts at their state, pressing her thumbs between her thighs, staring greedily at the light smattering of curly hair going down to hide between her baby's thick thighs. "Open them, baby."
The thighs open in an instant, greeting her with the physical evidence of her love's want. And Goddess, did Harriet want Louisa.
The woman quickly moves forward, getting as close as she can before leaning in. Her senses fill up with her baby's arousal- beautiful lips opening up like a flower in full spring, wet and pink, her musk assaulting her nose in the best way, so much so that Louisa can almost taste her. She presses her lips to the darkening skin of her inner thighs, murmuring, "my girl is so wet. Is this from mommy's kissies?"
"Yes," Harriet whimpers impatiently, feeling too worked up. If Louisa asks her to, she would cum right now, like this.
"Mm," Mommy sucks another wet kiss just above the first, making her way up to where the girl is aching. Several gasps grace her ears as Louisa takes her time tasting lust mixing into her baby's skin.
"Mommy, please?" Begging again, the girl whimpers when mommy looks up into her eyes.
"Then I should give you more kisses, yes? Make my baby feel good."
"P-please-" Crying out, Harriet almost thrashes around in order to press her pussy against mommy's mouth.
Thanks to all the Goddesses above, Louisa kisses over the sparse hair, moving down to kiss over the hooded clit.
Trying her best to stay quiet and let mommy do whatever she wants, Harriet bites her lip to stop her moans and just watches mommy kiss her so lovingly.
Moving further down, mommy kisses over the swollen wet lips, she presses her closed lips over the wetness, coating them with her baby's juices.
"One kissy for clitty," her breath ghosts over the wet skin, gaining another sharp gasp. "One kissy for lips. Where else should I kiss my baby?"
"There, mommy!" Harriet tells her, she needs mommy to kiss her right where her warm breath is teasing her.
Amused, the woman coos at her, "where, little one?"
The girl whimpers, but if she knows anything about her woman, it's that she is stubborn and swear to all the Goddesses, she will not kiss Harriet till she specifies where. "B- Between my lips, mommy."
"Yeah?" Louisa spreads her lips, admiring her tiny hole for a moment. "How many kisses?" She asks teasing the girl.
"Lots," she requests, squirming in the anticipation, gasping when mommy holds her down.
Louisa leans in and kisses her hole wetly, flicking her tongue to taste salt and vinegar.
"More!" Harriet insists, crying the moment mommy moves back.
"My baby wants more kisses?" She asks rhetorically, immediately leaning on to suck wet kisses from her clit to her hole. She moans at the salty wetness, licking a broad stripe and kissing up and down again.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy..."
"Tastes so good." She moans and licks another stripe, purposely pointing her tongue so it lingers around the dripping hole. "So fucking soft."
Harriet breathes out, letting her head rest back for a second and just feel the pleasure mommy is giving her.
The woman flicks her tongue over the pink area, looking up at Harriet. "Mommy is going to suck on your pretty lips like you suck on mommy's titties." Goddess, her words, the vibrations, the implication-
"Yea-" Harriet is sure she is nodding too desperately but does it matter? "Yes!"
Louisa holds her baby's legs open, one hand rounding around each perfect thigh, thumb separating both the swollen lips, showing off two glistening, smaller, pink lips, barely hiding her baby's little hole.
"Fuck, you're pretty," Louisa murmurs on the wet skin before wrapping her lips around the slicky, thin lips, sucking on them. Her lip brushes along the empty hole, dipping into the wetness pooling there everytime.
Louisa keeps her eyes on her baby's face, those dilated green eyes that are trying so hard not to roll back in pleasure. She hums in appreciation.
"Mommy!" Her girl moans, grabbing desperately at the arms of the chair.
She pulls back with a pop and goes to suckle on the other side, not missing the chance of looking at her baby- naked and debauched in her office, chest heaving, hips twitching, gnawing at the back of her hand to muffle her sweet moans- unsuccessfully.
Satisfied by the reactions, Louisa's tongue traces the smooth inner lips, sneakily dipping into the wet, soft hole, basking in the salty wetness.
"Can mommy fuck you, baby?" All the Goddesses know that Louisa is just teasing her, her warm breath blowing over the wet folds of her sensitive skin, her raspy, whispery voice right on the edge of humiliation- Moon, Louisa damn well knows her baby and how to make her thighs shake!
"Yes- yes, please," Harriet cries, more tears falling down her face, positively begging to end the bittersweet pleasure of teasing. She just wants mommy to shove her tongue inside her needy hole and fuck her senseless.
"Shh," Harriet shivers when the warm hand caresses her hip out of nowhere. "Mommy's with you, little girl. I know what you need and I'm gonna give it to you, isn't that right?"
More tears falling down but Harriet nods her head quickly. "Mommy knows me."
"That's right. Mommy knows how to love her favourite girl just right." Those are the last words whispered above her clit before mommy's soft tongue is thrusting into her tight hole, filling her up in one go. Harriet whimpers with each stroke of pleasure, each time mommy shoves her tongue inside her, sending wonderful vibrations across her dripping cunt.
Louisa molds her mouth against her girl, licking her deep inside. Relaxing a little, the woman leans back just enough to watch Harriet twitch in pleasure as she rubs her with her tongue.
"So good, my precious." Louisa murmurs, smirking when a 'mommy, please don't stop,' reaches her ears. She continues to fuck the girl messily, rubbing her mouth against the sweet cunt.
"Ah!"
Louisa lightly scratches at the girl's hips, tracing her nails up till they reach two soft buds. She pulls her face back, kissing the cunt, murmuring, "so tight 'cause you wanted mommy to teach you everything."
Harriet keens, letting Louisa do whatever she wants, letting her words register halfway before being overwhelmed by touch and her voice and her words and GODDESS, her tongue again.
She whimpers when mommy sucks her lips again. "Love your baby pussy. So young and pretty for me. Such a good girl for showing mommy your lovely cunt."
Harriet is sure she is being louder than she should be, with all her breathy 'ah's and 'mommy!'s. She tries, she really tries, to muffle it in her arm and ends up gnawing at it, biting it hard when mommy nuzzles into her, humming, sucking, thrusting all at the same time, it all mixes up in her head, becoming too much but exactly what she needed. She cums, her thighs try to close together when mommy keeps her assault going.
Good. Hazzie. Good for mommy.
The girl barely registers any words, not with the pleasure cursing through her blood and mommy's mouth still between her legs. With each suck to her clit, she gasps with a new shooting pleasure. She can feel mommy's kisses keeping her tethered to her favourite person.
"My precious girl." She hears, feeling the kisses move up her body. Her body again tingles with euphoria when a warm mouth nips at her nipples. "So good, baby love."
Harriet thinks she made a sound, but she can't be sure, her brain feels too mushy to contemplate. All she knows is she is mommy's and mommy is here and mommy loves her.