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“I mean…” Dina put the blunt between her lips and lit it, “we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, right?”
“Totally trapped,” Ellie shrugged, sitting beside her on the old couch. She watched intensely, her gaze never breaking, as Dina exhaled and a cloud of hazy smoke filled the air between them.
“Can I ask you a question?” Dina offered her the joint.
Ellie considered for a moment before accepting, and a teasing smile appeared on her face. “I don’t know, can you?”
They continued passing the blunt back and forth.
“Scale of one to ten, one being like absolute trash, and ten, being, I don’t know, life-altering, how would you… rate our kiss from last night?” Dina bit her lip, the teasing gleam in her eye masking the whirl of nerves in her stomach.
Ellie tilted her head. “Why are we still talking about this?” a brief pause. “You said it was a mistake.”
Dina glanced away for a moment, eyes squinted in mock consideration as she raised an eyebrow. “Did I say that?” she smirked.
Ellie leaned forward, brows furrowed lightly as her heart beat quickly in her chest despite her mind protesting to keep her composure. “What’re you doing?” she said softly, a crack in her voice betraying her.
“I asked you to rate our kiss,” Dina said, her voice soft.
“I don’t know,” Ellie shrugged.
Dina considered for a moment, satisfied as an idea came to her. “I’d give it a six.”
“A six?” Ellie exclaimed, “wow.”
“Like… a solid six.”
“Okay.”
“There were a lot of people around,” Dina said, keeping her voice calm as she went about coaxing the reaction she wanted from the other girl.
“Yeah, but, six?” Ellie asked with an almost offended note in her voice, knowing that she would have rated it much higher than just a six.
“Oh, what?” Dina smiled. “I mean, now I really wanna know how you’d rate it.”
“I don’t think you do.” Ellie toked on the cigar, exhaling with a barely restrained smile.
“You’re infuriating,” Dina gazed into her eyes, and Ellie didn’t break eye contact.
“Have you met you?”
Dina leaned forward, shaking her head. “You make me wanna go back outside in that blizzard.”
“No one is stopping you,” Ellie whispered, leaning so close she could almost feel Dina’s gentle breathing on her skin.
“This better be better than a six.” The gap between the two of them shortened with each word as they leaned closer toward one another.
Ellie flicked the cigar onto the floor, and with a determination she hadn’t previously dared act upon, she reached for Dina, meeting her in an open-mouthed kiss. They clutched each other desperately by the face, their kisses growing in intensity as each second passed by.
Dina laid back down on the couch, pulling Ellie on top of herself as she did. They kissed each other hungrily, gasping for breath as they pulled apart momentarily. Dina tugged at her vest, quickly pulling it off along with her shirt, leaving her in a tank top as she threw the clothes onto the floor.
Ellie positioned herself between the other’s legs, pushing her knee gently between Dina’s thighs. Dina sighed, pushing down onto her knee as she pulled Ellie back in for a kiss. Ellie’s hand wandered down her chest, thumb drawing circles over her nipples as Dina tangled her hands into her auburn hair. Ellie pulled back from her lips, almost drawing a whimper of protest from her before she quickly tilted Dina’s head up, giving herself plenty of space to explore her throat with her lips. She peppered Dina’s neck with kisses, trailing them down her collarbone and at the edge of her tank top.
“Well?” Dina looked down at her, breaths coming faster.
“What?” Ellie smirked.
“You’re overdressed.” She reached towards the hem of Ellie’s hoodie, helping her out of it. Ellie glanced away, suddenly feeling too exposed in only her sports bra.
“You’re…” Dina blinked, exhaling, “beautiful.”
Ellie glanced back at her, opening her mouth to speak, but was silenced with another kiss, this time much more gentle, as if the other girl wanted to savour the taste of her lips. Their hands trailed down the other’s chest, rubbing teasing circles and trailing lines of muscle. Ellie’s knee gently pushed between Dina’s legs as their hips fell into a gentle rocking motion that instead of satisfying either of them only made the heat between them grow by the second.
Dina gently pushed her back, unzipping and pulling her pants off as quickly as her hands allowed her. “God, Ellie, just get this fucking thing off of me.”
Ellie quickly pulled the jeans off of her ankles, throwing them somewhere on the floor. She kissed Dina again, her hands caressing her thigh softly. Dina’s underwear was soaked through with uncontained desire, and the sight of it alone caused heat to pool between Ellie’s legs. Ellie traced the edges of it, not breaking their kiss.
“Can I–”
“Yes,” Dina groaned, “please.”
Ellie’s hand slipped inside, two fingers reaching in softly to feel Dina’s slickness, whose back arched up in response, hips rocking as she desperately yearned for more friction. Ellie took in a sharp exhale at the sight of her, trying to memorize every detail of the moment in her mind; Dina’s bun had fallen apart, sweat starting to bead on her forehead as she shut her eyes, thick eyebrows furrowing as Ellie rubbed circles and stroked her where she needed her most. She whined, her breathing picking up pace as she pulled Ellie closer, slamming their lips together. Ellie’s hand had started to ache but she didn’t plan on stopping until she knew she’d satisfied Dina completely; she picked up her pace, drawing groans and the occasional frantic “oh, Ellie,” whispered into her mouth. Suddenly Dina stilled, her legs shaking as she bit down on Ellie’s shoulder, her hands tugging almost painfully on auburn hair. Ellie slowed down her fingers, still rubbing her clit to help her ride out the waves of her orgasm.
Dina’s head fell back, her breathing hard as she finished. She smiled up at Ellie, pulled her closer, and curled up into her side.
“So?” Ellie asked a moment later, still holding Dina.
“So what?”
“Was that better than a six or not?”
Dina laughed, and playfully swatted at Ellie’s arm. “Yeah, it was,” she shook her head, unable to contain back a giggle. Ellie gazed down at her, eyes softening, and she felt a warm feeling inside her chest; one beyond desire or lust, something she didn’t know the words for, or maybe she was too afraid of admitting them even to herself.
Once her breathing returned back to normal Dina looked up at her, big brown eyes wide open as her gaze trailed down to Ellie's lips. She reached forward quickly and pressed her lips to Ellie’s, kissing her hungrily, as if her very next breath depended on it. She caressed Ellie’s body, trailing her fingers lightly across freckled skin. Too lightly, nearly infuriatingly so; it felt embarrassing how much Ellie craved her touch when she was right there, her hands on Ellie’s body, yet it wasn’t enough, and they both knew it. Dina’s fingertips trailed over the line of coarse hair adorning the skin under Ellie’s belly button and settled right at the edge of her jeans. She pulled back, looking Ellie in the eyes as she moved a piece of hair out of her face.
“Do you want me to touch you, El?”
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat at the question as she answered, “yes.”
Dina pulled down the zipper agonizingly slowly, pulling Ellie’s jeans off and tossing them along with the pile of discarded clothes. She looked down at Ellie, her grey boyshorts soaked through with lust, causing her to shut her legs self-consciously.
Dina looked up at her, “do you want me to stop?”
“No, I really don’t,” Ellie whispered.
Dina gently grabbed hold of her knees, spreading them open before her. She began kissing Ellie again, her hand finding its way into her underwear as their kisses intensified. Her fingers sank in deeper as Ellie opened her legs further instinctively, and Dina felt the wetness and anticipation built up from all of their endeavors. She groaned, her fingers softly caressing Ellie as she took her time to build a slow rhythm, intent on prolonging Ellie’s reward for as long as she could. Ellie froze, her mouth hanging open between kisses as her breathing grew harder. She closed her eyes, face nestling into the crook of Dina’s neck as her hips rolled along with Dina’s fingers. Ellie was close to finishing when Dina pulled her hand back, getting a groan out of her.
“Di?” she panted.
Dina smirked, leaning in so close she could almost feel Ellie’s lips against hers. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered, and Ellie blinked, cheeks turning an even darker shade of pink. “Please, can I taste you El?”
“Yeah,” Ellie stuttered, internally cursing herself for it.
Dina kissed her again, trailing slow kisses from her lips down to her throat, softly licking her chest, as she finally made it down between her legs. She looked up at Ellie, wordlessly asking one last time before she pulled her underwear down, putting it to the side. Ellie’s center was soaked with arousal, and it made Dina ache to see how desperate Ellie was to feel her mouth. She leaned down, stroking her tongue from the very bottom of her folds all the way up to her clit. Ellie gasped, her hips jerking up at the contact as she grew even wetter. Her hands grabbed onto dark hair as Dina licked her again, smiling with satisfaction at the reactions Ellie was clearly trying so hard to hold back. Dina grasped the back of Ellie’s thighs, pushing her even closer to her face. Tasting her was addictive, and Dina needed more of it. Dina reached down with one hand into her own underwear, touching herself as she fucked Ellie with her mouth. Every nerve in Ellie’s skin felt like it was set ablaze as Dina pushed her mouth even closer, driving her closer to the edge with each lick and movement of her mouth pressed against her. Stubbornly, Ellie bit down on her bottom lip so as to not make too much noise, but she couldn’t help the sharp exhales and a single open-mouthed gasp as she finally came, pulling on Dina’s hair as gently as she could manage, followed by another groan as Dina’s fingers joined her mouth to overstimulate her. Dina moaned as she finished at the same time moving back up Ellie’s body and kissing her on the mouth; Ellie tasted herself on her lips as their tongues entangled.
They fell back down into a tight embrace, both of them still coming down from the high of their orgasms. They looked into each other’s eyes, still reeling with all that they’d done, and what it meant for their future. Ellie pulled Dina closer, pressing a longing kiss to her swollen lips, and Dina knew that it was more than a kiss; it was a promise.