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“How old were you when you got that piercing?”, Bradley asks, thumbing the discreet ring on Laura’s belly button. Her head is atop Laura’s stomach, their bare skin coated with sweat which is rapidly drying in the cool night air.
They’ve been swapping personal trivia for the last twenty minutes. As it turns out, Laura’s a vegan — ever true to the lesbian stereotype. Bradley isn’t a natural blonde — which Laura knew, but she still enjoys teasing her about it. Laura has a scar on her hip, a product of a car accident she was in with her first girlfriend. Bradley has a scar on her thigh, a product of her abusive upbringing. Laura has a pet peeve about people who put sugar in their coffee. Bradley puts sugar in her coffee.
“Nineteen.”, she responds calmly, a bit lost in thought. “It was… a frugal attempt at rebellion.”
Bradley chuckles because nothing about this woman or her current lifestyle sounds even remotely frugal.
“And you kept it all this time?”, Bradley asks, still toying with the accessory. “Most people don’t.”
Laura shrugs nonchalantly as if she’d never even considered removing it.
“Women tend to find it sexy.”
Bradley slaps her thigh. She hasn’t known Laura to live up to the headlines, hasn’t known her to be the player the media makes her out to be. Now she’s left wondering.
“Women tend to find you sexy.”
“Is that so?”, Laura asks with a playful tone, and softly wraps her hand around Bradley’s messy sex hair, trailing fingernails over the base of her scalp. The affection imbued within the simplicity of the act makes Bradley’s heart flutter.
“Yeah.”, she whispers, placing a delicate kiss on her hip, near the recently discovered scar.
They lay in silence for a little while longer before Laura comes up with a new question of her own.
“How did you find out you liked girls?”, she inquires, her voice remarkably similar in tone to what you would get from her on UBA 365. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, being under Laura Peterson’s microscope.
“I don’t know.”, she answers honestly. “I think it started with admiration. It took me a while to figure out the difference between admiring a woman and desiring her. And… that it was okay to feel both.”
Laura nods in understanding, even though Bradley can’t see her face from this position.
“It was you, you know.”, she whispers very quietly. So quietly Laura can barely register the words at all. For maybe the second time since they’ve met, she sounds shy.
“What was me?”, Laura asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“You were the first… woman. That I admired and desired. I watched you on television on YDA when I was a teenager. I found out you were…”
Bradley looks up then, holding Laura’s gaze.
“I found out you were into women and it gave me a buzz, you know?”
“Bradley…” she starts but doesn’t really know where she’s going with it. The confession has stopped her dead in her tracks.
Bradley’s smiling now, and there’s a sort of girlish glee about it. She looks even younger than her years. “That’s how I knew.”
With no game plan, and filled with a warmth in her heart she didn’t quite know that she was capable of feeling again, Laura pulls Bradley up so they’re face to face. Then, she kisses her lips until they’re sore.
Breathlessly, they pull back, resting their foreheads against each other. Bradley spreads her legs a little so she’s straddling Laura, her sex just over where the other woman's belly button ring is. She feels the cool metal brush against her still sensitive clit and it sends a little shiver down her spine.
“So…”, Laura starts, pressing her lips to her lover's softly, and Bradley immediately knows by her tone of voice that she’s about to get teased for her admission. “I was your teenage celebrity crush?”
“Mhm…”, Bradley whispers back as she kisses her again, reciprocating the affectionate act. Laura smiles against her mouth. It feels so tender, and for probably the sixth time tonight Bradley thinks about just good she has it right now.
Their skins stick together with sweat, breasts pressed against each other, Laura’s natural lavender-like scent combining with Bradley’s sweet vanilla tobacco perfume.
Laura brings her lips to the other woman’s neck, trailing kisses up to that one spot she likes, just under her ear.
“And did you ever touch yourself while thinking about me?”
Laura’s voice is like silk, and it drapes itself over Bradley, who fights to hold back a gasp upon registering the question. Laura bites the shell of her ear, and a long, strangled moan escapes her.
“Yes.”, she admits, her hips subconsciously grinding against the other woman’s stomach. Laura notices, an amused smile taking a hold of her features.
Slowly, she brings a hand down to Bradley’s center, carefully brushing the pads of her fingers against her cunt. The tip of her index finger makes contact with her clit, and an involuntary shiver runs through Bradley’s body.
Laura softly bites the side of Bradley’s jaw as she moves against her, setting a slow, almost standstill pace.
“Like this?”, she asks with a throaty laugh, and it’s so fucking sexy that Bradley has trouble answering.
On a whim, she brings her hand up on top of Laura’s, pressing down on her own clit. She guides their joint hands in a tight, circular motion. “Like this…”
It’s Laura’s turn to moan now. The sight of Bradley using her to take her own pleasure, showing Laura how to pleasure her, sends her into orbit.
Their open mouths meet again in a reverent kiss, neither woman closing their eyes. Bradley’s calculated grinding against Laura’s hand elicits tiny little sounds from the blonde which soon turn into pants.
Laura brings her face to the crook of her partner’s neck, leaving little love bites there which she immediately soothes with gentle kisses. It doesn’t escape either woman that this is much softer ground than what they’re used to.
“Inside.”, Bradley pleads on a whine, and Laura brings two fingers to her opening. Bradley takes over the ministrations on her clit, reluctantly slowing down a little, wanting it to last. Laura bites her lip at the sight.
With ease, Laura’s digits slide inside Bradley’s wetness, which drips onto her own stomach now, lathering her belly button ring with arousal. They’re definitely gonna need a shower after this.
“Fuck, yes.”, Bradley moans at the welcome intrusion, and Laura fights the beam of pride that overcomes her. Her thrusts are hard and determined, but not fast. Neither of them feel any rush.
Their mouths meet in a new kiss, tongues lazily swiping over each other. It’s wet and messy and filled with so much passion, it scares Laura a bit. She bites down on Bradley's bottom lip for good measure. Bradley lets out a particularly loud moan at that, and Laura brings her mouth up to her ear to whisper soft encouragements.
“That’s it.”, she urges, brushing her fingers against her lover's G-spot. “That’s it, good girl.”
A dry sob leaves Bradley’s lungs at the term of endearment, and Laura finds herself gasping at the reaction. With her right hand, she begins drawing mindless patterns against Bradley’s back, an attempt at keeping her grounded. Her moans grow more erratic now, and there’s a desperate quality to them. Her hand moves over her clit with renewed vigor.
“Please.”, she begs, her voice wavering as she looks into Laura’s eyes. “Laura, please.”
Laura would do anything to keep her moaning her name like that, so she adds a third finger to the mix, and a new sob wrecks Bradley’s body. This time there are tears at bay, and Laura opts for tenderness at the sight.
“You’re doing so good.”, she whispers into Bradley’s hair as she softly kisses the top of her head. “So good. Come on, baby. Let go. It's okay.”
Maybe it’s the feel of their breasts brushing against each other over and over again. Maybe it’s Laura Peterson calling her "baby". Maybe it’s how utterly and absolutely cared for she feels in this moment, but Bradley comes on command, all over Laura’s hand.
The intensity of it catches her off guard, her thighs quivering and her knees giving out under her as she collapses on top of Laura. She lets out residual little moans as she calms down, slowly breathing air into her lungs again. It takes her a minute to control the spasming on her lower body and only then does Laura withdraw her fingers. She whimpers at the loss.
Softly, Laura presses kisses into her hair, wrapping her arms around Bradley's waist. Neither woman says anything.
Later, Bradley will lick her arousal off Laura’s stomach before lapping at her cunt adoringly — despite the other woman’s protests that she’s okay, that this is about Bradley. They will get an hour’s sleep before having to be up for the show and will fight to keep their hands off each other’s soap-covered bodies as they shower together. Laura will press Bradley against the shower wall and eat her out anyway, making both of them inconveniently late for work. They will swap more personal trivia on the car ride to the studio, Bradley tracing patterns onto Laura’s open palm in quiet appreciation. But that’s later.
Now, they silently count each other’s heartbeats.