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Emily tilts her head back to look at the wide band of stars across the midnight sky above. “The view here really is magnificent.” Her voice comes out as a whisper, almost carried away by the faint breeze.
The starlight reflects off parts of her, and is caught among others – her hair looks like copper seemingly woven in with shades of dark chestnut where the light doesn't touch it; her eyes, mostly black after adjusting to the night sky, have a thin blue ring at the edges which are more sapphire in tone than the bright blue Andy is used to; and her features look softer and almost ethereal.
“Yeah. It really is,” Andy says softly as she looks at her.
Emily tilts her head back forward, a small smile still gracing her lips from earlier, “You weren't even looking at the stars.”
“I was.”
“You were staring right at me.”
She steps closer and pulls Emily close with a hand at her hip. “And I was looking at the ones reflected in your eyes,” she lifts a hand to brush a few errant strands of hair away from her face before letting it fall to rest on her other hip, “I can multitask.”
“Ridiculous.” She's still smiling as she reaches up to link her hands behind Andy’s neck.
“Always.” Andy leans in to kiss her, slow and sweet, and rests her forehead against Emily’s when she pulls back. “Could you really blame me though, Em? Between looking at the stars and you, I'd pick you every time.”
“Even ones like these?”
“I spent fifteen years in other countries, looking at wide open skies a lot like this one, wondering and hoping you were happy.” The words settle between them. “Now that I have you actually in front of me,” she presses a lingering kiss to her forehead, “I want to savor every minute that I can. So,” She kisses the corner of her lips, smiling against the skin there. “Yes. I would pick you each and every time. Much like I will choose you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“As will I.”
“Yeah?” Her smile widens.
“Yes, Andy. Even without this ring,” she slides her left hand from the back of her neck and down her chest, resting it directly above Andy's heart. “I would have kept choosing you every day.”
She looks at the ring properly now, as she was too overwhelmed to do so earlier – it's a white gold crossover band, with small diamonds inlaid along one twist and what she understands to be the meteorite inlaid on the other, with a round brilliant cut diamond – and her mind snags on the meteorite detail and she realizes that Andy had the ring custom made, which means she had a reason behind each detail.
And somehow, Emily falls a little bit further, even after all the time they’ve been together. She imagines this will keep happening in the future and looks forward to the prospect of it.
Sensing this, Andy brings up one of her hands to cover Emily's on her chest. “I told you I had a whole thing planned.”
“So tell me.”
“The moment for it passed.” She sighs dramatically, still smiling. “Guess we'll never know.”
She shoves Andy gently with the hand at her chest. “That’s how it is, is it?”
“Hm?” She feigns ignorance.
“Keeping secrets from your fiancée already.”
Andy doesn’t say anything as her smile and gaze grow fonder.
“What?”
“I like the sound of that.” She leans in, her lips brushing against Emily’s. “Say it again.”
“I’m your fiancée.”
The words barely pass through her lips before Andy captures them in a kiss as she closes the distance fully, without a whisper of air between their bodies. It starts off slow; Andy’s indulgent and purposeful, kissing Emily just for the sake of it, trying to convey everything that she has yet to find the words for and thinks she likely never will. Her hands slip under the hem of her sweater, with one of them sliding up along her back to press between her shoulder blades, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Andy smirks against her lips when she feels Emily shudder against her, trying to press closer.
Emily doesn’t know when her hands have tangled in long brown hair until she tugs at it after Andy bites her bottom lip and soothes it with a sweep of her tongue, making Andy break the kiss just enough to breathe against her lips, low and rough, and the sound cuts straight through her. She pulls Andy in by her hair, deepening the kiss, and Andy’s lips part easily and readily at the press of her tongue.
Andy wraps her arms around Emily’s waist and shifts to place a leg behind hers, slowly bending forward into a deep lunge and breaking the kiss just enough to murmur against them, “I’ve got you,” and slides her onto one of the blankets still on the ground. She moves her body to rest partly on top of Emily’s, holding herself above her with her left forearm braced on the ground next to her head. She uses her right hand to sweep her long hair back over her shoulder before brushing the backs of her knuckles across Emily’s cheek, ultimately resting her palm against it. Her dark brown gaze, full of adoration and awe, travels over Emily’s face, as if Andy is committing every detail of this moment to memory as best as she can.
Emily reaches up to cover the hand at her cheek with her own and leans into the touch, turning her head just enough to press a kiss to the palm. She lets out a disbelieving and happy breath, “This is real, right? The last few hours happened?”
Emily moves her hand covering Andy’s at her cheek to the space between them, the back of it facing Andy, with the ring she gave her in full view. “Yes.”
The small hint of the smile tugging at Andy’s lips turns into one so wide and brilliant that it lights up her face and it touches the edges of her eyes. Then she’s kissing Emily again, her tongue tracing her lips and licking into her mouth, and Emily slides her hand down to Andy’s hip to pull her on top of her more fully.
Andy slots one of her thighs between Emily’s and presses up, causing Emily to break the kiss, a broken gasp escaping into the air around them. She kisses along her jaw, down her neck and closes her teeth gently around her pulse point. Emily rocks her hips up to meet the pressure, her breath turning ragged and shallow, head turning to the side as Andy presses open-mouthed kisses along her neck that cause heat to pool low in her belly.
She becomes distantly aware of the fact that they’re out in the open and tries to take a steadying breath, bringing her hand to push against Andy’s shoulder. “Wait.”
Andy stills above her and buries her face in the crook of Emily’s neck, taking in a deep breath and pulling back, some of her hair falling forward. Emily tucks it behind Andy’s ear and presses her palm to her cheek. Andy leans into the touch and murmurs softly. She waits until her breathing evens out somewhat again, before saying, “As much as I’d love to continue this, we are outside and other people staying at the bed and breakfast may also be out.”
“Right. About that.” Andy’s gaze darts to the side, suddenly very interested in the blanket.
“What did you do.” She leans back as far as she can, which isn’t very far at all, given that she’s laying down on the blanket, to try getting a better view of her now-fiancée.
Andy rolls her lips towards her teeth and flattens them into a line, still looking away.
Emily pushes up more firmly against her shoulder, and switches their positions, now hovering over her. “Andy.”
“I may have booked out the entire bed and breakfast for the first two days of this trip to make sure no one would interrupt.” She pauses, realizing how it sounds. “The proposal, I mean. Not this. But this is nice too.”
“You can’t be serious.” She vaguely recalls being surprised at their rental car being the only one in the lot when they arrived and didn’t think anything of it at the time.
“I am.” She looks back at Emily; her gaze is warm and open, with traces of hunger lingering at the edges of it.
Emily gathers her hair over her shoulder and leans forward to kiss her, soft and sweet, before pulling back and rolling onto the blanket to lay beside Andy on her right side. “Unbelievable.” She looks up at the sky. “How long have you been thinking about this then?”
“The plan to propose or the trip?”
“Yes.”
Andy laughs and glances at Emily from the corner of her eye and looks back up at the stars. “The trip? Since the last one. As for proposing… I don’t know exactly, at least six months? Probably longer, if I really think about it.”
Emily hums and sidles closer, their upper arms touching now.
The moment settles between them, the distant sound of the creek somewhere on the grounds and the rustling of the leaves filtering through the air. Andy reaches for Emily’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and reaches up with her index finger extended. She traces the edge of the dusty band of stars with her fingertip and stops.
“Do you see that?”
A meteor shoots across the sky behind her fingertip.
“The meteor?”
“Well, there’s that, though unexpected.” She pauses. “The bright star near where it looked to come from?”
“Yes.” Emily turns her head to look at Andy. “Is this an impromptu astronomy lesson?”
Andy laughs. “Not quite. Just something I learned when I was planning this whole thing.”
“Go on then.” She smiling and turns her attention back to the night sky.
“That’s Vega. The brightest star in the constellation Lyra.”
“‘Lyra’. As in the meteor shower we saw this evening?”
“The very same.”
“Is there any particular reason you’re pointing out this star?”
“Vega is half of the star-crossed lovers. The other half,” she moves their joined hands a little bit over and across part of the band of the Milky Way, “Altair is there. The story goes that they fell for each other, and because someone got angry–”
“Of course.”
“That’s usually how these go, yes. Anyway, they were separated by the Milky Way and supposedly meet each other once a year.”
“Is that why you chose this meteor shower?”
“I mean, I could say ‘yes’ and pretend I have enough game to have done so.”
“This is coming from the same woman who tried insisting that flannel shirts worked on me. Right,” Emily says flatly.
Andy turns to her and frowns. Or would be frowning, if she wasn’t failing at holding back a smile. “It came up during one of those bouts I have when I click through a bunch of Wikipedia links. Started at the meteor shower then conveniently ended up in folklore.” She shrugs, her shoulder brushing against Emily’s. “Worked out though.”
“So.” Emily rolls onto her side to face Andy fully. “You said you had a ‘whole thing planned’. Care to share what it is now?”
“It was sort of a speech. Which…” She shifts to lay on her side. “In hindsight, I think the way it went was much better.”
“That’s not sharing it.”
“I know.”
Emily rolls her eyes.
“It’s really cheesy, Em.” She can tell Emily is about to comment on it. “Even for me.”
“Now I really want to hear it.”
“Mind you, I have several drafts of it scattered basically everywhere, but it went something like this.” She looks into Emily’s eyes, and gently squeezes the hand she’s still holding, “I thought that the idea that we’re all made of stardust was just a fun scientific fact. Until I met you. I don’t think I realized it quite back then when we were younger, but I felt it. And somewhere along the way, there was a moment we were standing in the kitchen, on an ordinary day like any other day in the kitchen before that one, and I realized what that idea meant to me.” She brings her free hand up to rest against Emily’s cheek, her thumb idly sweeping across it. “That for all of the reason and logic I hold close, I couldn’t quite explain how it felt like the universe took its time to collect all of the bits of stardust over time to make someone who feels like home. Someone whose life has become so intertwined with mine that I can’t really recall parts of it, even when we weren’t talking, where you weren’t present somehow.”
Andy brushes a few tears away from Emily’s cheek, as she looks at her almost disbelievingly, and so fondly. “You truly are a hopeless romantic.”
“For you? Always.”
Emily kisses her, a little gracelessly as she’s smiling into the kiss, and Andy meets her beat for beat, her heart so full of love for the woman in her arms and pulls her closer. Emily tilts her head and deepens the kiss, smirking against Andy’s lips as she feels more than hears the soft murmur it earned. Time seems to slow down, as one kiss melts into the next and Emily pushes on Andy’s shoulders, her back hitting the blanket, and shifts to straddle her waist. Andy runs her hands up along Emily’s thighs, one settling at her hips and the other going up along her back under her coat. Emily slides her hand behind Andy’s head and gathers the hair there between her fingers and tugs hard.
Andy breaks the kiss, a low groan escaping her parted lips at the pain that spikes through her as her head tilts back and her nails press into Emily’s back. She kisses along her jaw, down to the spot below Andy’s ear and tugs her hair again, urging her to turn it to the side to give her more access and Andy hisses.
“There you are,” Emily murmurs against her skin, low and teasing, and Andy can feel heat prickling under her skin.
“I thought,” She gasps when she feels Emily’s teeth at her pulse point. “You,” she moans when her tongue sweeps across the same spot. “Didn’t want to do anything since we’re outside.”
“No risk of anyone here, or so I’ve been told. But,” She gets up and makes her way to her bag, stopping to remove her shoes and set them on the ground to the side. She grabs a pack of wet wipes and takes one, tossing the small pouch to Andy who has also sat up to take off her shoes. “We have been outside and while the surprises this evening have been more than lovely,” she wipes her hands as thoroughly as she can with the wipe, “Not really keen on picking up something unknown from nature.”
Andy also takes a wipe, her eyebrow raised in amusement. “Do you just carry these?”
“Andy,” she levels her with an unamused look as she makes her way back to her and settles in her lap. “I have been a mother for about sixteen years now. I learned to carry these with me during the first year of that.”
The corner of Andy’s lips twitches.
“What is that look.”
“What look?”
“You’re about to be insufferable.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I can see it’s fighting to break free.” She sighs. “Out with it.”
“I was just going to call you a ‘MILF’, Em.”
“Why are you like this?” She rolls her eyes, but is laughing anyway.
“Wait.” She glances at the ring on Emily’s hand. “Would that make me a ‘SMILF’?” She makes a face. “I can’t say that about myself. Never mind.”
Emily looks mortified. “A ‘what’?”
“‘SMILF’.” Andy replies simply. “You know, ‘step-mom I’d like to fu–’”
“Changed my mind.” Emily makes a move to get up and Andy sits up properly to wrap her arms around her waist, laughing.
“Okay. Okay. Seriously though.” She sobers up. “That’s a factual statement, the step-mom part. Well, not yet.”
“You have been part of the family for the entirety of the relationship, Andy, and even before then.” She leans in to kiss her forehead. “But yes, you will be that ‘officially’ once we are married.”
Her smile is so brilliant, warm and bright that Emily understands what she meant earlier; if she had to pick between looking at the stars above or Andy, she’d pick Andy every time. She brings both hands up to hold Andy’s face and her gaze traces the curves of her cheekbones, lingering at her eyes that reflect some of the stars above them, before slowly dropping to the slight parting of her lips.
Emily kisses her, soft at first but deepening as Andy’s lips part for her and Andy slides her hands under the front of Emily’s coat and down her shoulders. She lets her arms fall to her sides, and Andy breaks the kiss long enough just to lay the coat down flat somewhere on the second blanket away from them. They’re kissing again, and it turns wetter and deeper with each passing second, and Andy grabs the hem of Emily’s sweater and pushes it up, laughing against her lips when she realizes she won’t break the kiss to take it off. She keeps one of her hands splayed against Emily’s lower back with the other one tracing along the curve of her hip to the dip of her waist and over her breast where she can already feel a hardened nipple straining against the lace. She takes it between her thumb and index finger and pinches.
Emily jerks forward and breaks the kiss with a whimper. Andy does it again and Emily feels an answering throb in her clit. She leans back and looks at Andy, her breath stuttering in her chest when she sees how much darker her eyes have gotten, and the hunger slowly making its way known again behind them. Reaching for the lapels of Andy’s coat she pulls her forward, stopping just short of her lips. “This,” she tugs the fabric, “Comes off now.”
“As you wish.” Her lips curve into a grin around the words.
She wraps her arm more fully around Emily’s waist and rolls her onto her back in one smooth motion before leaning up and back onto her haunches, and shrugging her coat off while keeping her eyes on Emily.
“Better?” She raises an eyebrow.
Emily narrows her eyes, bends her legs and drives her heels into the ground and pushes up with her hips while pulling the front of Andy’s shirt with both hands, effectively flipping their positions. Slightly breathless, she leans forward and smirks, pinning Andy’s wrists above her head. “Now it’s better.”
Andy laughs, low and a little bit rough, and flexes her hands more for show than anything else. They both know Andy can break free from the hold and the fact that she doesn’t sends a thrill down Emily’s spine and a wave of wetness into underwear she’s pretty sure have been ruined for awhile now. She lets go of Andy’s wrists, and moves to lay against her side, her hand sliding down along her chest down to the button on her jeans. Her thumb slides under the band of it, and she moves it from the button to one hip and back again to the other. Andy shifts under the movement, and lets out a shaky breath, her hands still above her head.
Emily moves to kneel between Andy’s legs, nudging them open with her hands and settles there. She pops the button of the jeans and pulls the zipper down slowly, the sound cutting through the otherwise quiet air around them. Hooking her fingers around the waistbands of her jeans and panties, she tugs and Andy lifts her hips. Emily pulls her legs free of the jeans, slowly revealing her skin which looks like it almost glows in the starlight. Her gaze travels up along her calves, to her thighs and catches when she sees evidence of her arousal slick across the tops of her thighs and on her cunt. She inhales sharply at the sight and continues her lazy appraisal; Andy’s chest is heaving with each shaky breath and she can see the flush from under the collar of her shirt beginning to spread up her neck. Andy’s biting her bottom lip and her brow is slightly furrowed.
Emily maintains eye contact with her as she shuffles backwards on her knees then leans forward and slides her arms under her thighs. She settles on her stomach on the blanket, her hands pressing against the inside of Andy’s thighs, holding them open.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet,” she murmurs, each breath ghosting across overheated skin.
“I’ve told you before.” Her throat suddenly feels dry and she swallows. “I always want you.”
“Is that so?” She presses a light kiss against her.
“Yes.”
Emily spreads her folds, and bites back a moan at the soft slick sound the movement makes and the sight of Andy; wet and swollen, with her clit begging for attention. Normally, she’d prefer to drag this out longer, to take her time until Andy was shaking and desperate for release.
Not tonight, though.
Instead, she flattens her tongue and licks a long stripe through Andy where she’s practically dripping, and murmurs against her at the salty-sweet tang of her. Above her, a punched-out moan breaks past Andy’s lips and she arches her back as she fights to keep her hands where Emily left them.
Emily groans, her eyes closing as she keeps going, slower, letting her tongue slide through slick folds while just barely glancing at the sides of Andy’s clit. She smirks against her each time she does at the small jerk of her hips and the way she tries chasing the pressure. Everything about this is as intoxicating this time as it was the first time Emily has done this – she’s reveling in the slick sounds of her tongue against Andy’s cunt, the breathless and broken moans she can barely hear above her own thundering pulse, and the feeling of her hot and trembling under her hands and her mouth.
She opens her eyes and looks up at Andy, sees how rapidly her chest is heaving and how her body is beginning to strain with her efforts in holding back. She slides her hand at her hip up under her shirt and along the length of her body and under the wire of her bra. Finding a hardened nipple between two fingers, she pinches it at the same time she takes Andy’s clit into her mouth and drags her tongue across it.
Emily’s name is said through a shuddering moan and Emily feels her cunt clench around nothing at the sound of it. She keeps rolling the nipple between her fingers and starts moving her tongue against Andy’s clit in faster and firmer strokes. She’s still looking up at her when she sees Andy strain to look down at her along the length of her body to meet her gaze. Emily holds the pace and pressure steady for one beat. Then another. Then she nods and Andy’s hands move; one grabs the blanket and twists the fabric in its hold and the other grasps the back of Emily’s head and she starts rolling her hips up against Emily’s mouth.
The hand at her breast slides back down her body to grab her hip, nails biting into the skin to hold her in place and Andy whines and tightens the grip she has on Emily’s hair, causing her to moan into her cunt. She can feel Andy getting closer in the way her breathing becomes more and more interspersed with small moans.
She closes her lips more firmly around Andy’s clit and sucks, her tongue still brushing across it and she breaks beautifully. Her body pitches upwards, her back bowing off the blanket and one of her legs rising off it to dig into Emily’s back. Emily can feel a rush of wetness coat her chin as she keeps working Andy through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As Andy’s body slowly relaxes back onto the blanket, Emily easily slides two fingers into her and presses up, her resulting moan from feeling her cunt gripping them immediately vibrating against Andy.
“Emily…” She licks her lips, her voice coming out breathless and hoarse.
The pace doesn’t start slowly; Emily knows when Andy is like this, she prefers something hard from the start, and far be it from her to disappoint. Emily keeps sucking at her clit and thrusts into her hard, her fingers curling and pressing up on every downstroke. The sounds filling the air are so obscene and so filthy – slick noises from Emily’s tongue against her clit and fingers driving into her cunt, Andy’s incoherent and uninhibited moans into the dark, starry sky and Emily’s answering groans against her. Emily distantly thinks that if she had the capacity to touch herself right now, it wouldn’t take much, if at all.
Andy’s body begins to shake again, and the hand that was on the blanket grabs the one Emily slid back up to her chest, encouraging her to squeeze it. She does, and some part of Andy registers the scratch of the diamond against her palm, and that sensation is what tips her over for a second time. Her cunt grips Emily’s fingers so tightly that she stills them and settles for having her fingertips, still curled inside her, pulse upwards. Emily eases up the pressure she has on her clit, and eventually pulls back, pressing a lingering kiss to it as she helps Andy slowly come back down.
Andy tugs on Emily’s hair, her words slightly slurred, “Come up here. I want to kiss you.”
Smiling, Emily kisses the inside of Andy’s thigh and slowly slides her fingers out and Andy makes a noise at the back of her throat, her hips involuntarily rolling down to chase the feeling of them. The kiss is gentle and slow, with Andy murmuring against Emily’s lips at the taste of herself.
She rolls them over and slots her leg between Emily’s and presses against her clothed cunt, swallowing the resulting gasp. Andy breaks the kiss and looks at Emily; her cheeks are flushed and her blue eyes are completely eclipsed by black, even more so than before, and she looks a little wrecked. She shifts off to the side and begins making quick work of Emily’s pants. The sound of a low murmur makes Andy’s attention snap back to her after she’s folded and sets aside her clothes – Emily is licking her fingers clean and holds Andy’s gaze as she does.
Emily hums and lets her hand fall back onto the blanket, raising an eyebrow. Instead of saying anything, Andy surges back up to kiss her, deep and filthy, her tongue licking into her mouth as she slips a hand between Emily’s legs.
She breathes against her lips, low and rough. “You’re so wet.” She drags a fingertip through her folds and Emily whimpers.
“It won’t take much.” A breathless laugh. “Not after making you come.”
Andy kneels between Emily’s legs, pushing them apart with her knees and settling back on her feet. She scoots closer, raising Emily’s hips slightly and propping her legs up over her thighs. Her hands run up along the inside of Emily’s thighs, settling on either side of her cunt and then Andy parts her lips with the pads of her thumbs, exposing her to the night sky, to Andy’s increasingly hungry gaze.
“Look at you.” She sees Emily clench around nothing, the slick catching the starlight beautifully. Her folds are so, so wet, and her clit is swollen and begging for attention. “This is all for me?”
“Always.”
She gathers the wetness at her entrance with two fingers and slides in slowly, drawing out a low moan from Emily. Her fingers are pushed all the way to the base of them, up to the knuckles, and Andy watches her cunt clench around them. She slowly slides them back out to the tips and back in again, letting out a rough exhale.
“I love watching you take it.”
She repeats the motion once.
Twice.
Holds.
Andy looks back up at Emily, and sees her watching her with her lower lip between her teeth. She reaches up with her free hand, and taps her bottom lip. “Let me hear you. It’s just us here.”
Emily, not trusting her own voice in the moment, simply nods.
She doesn’t start off slow. It’s hard and fast and deep from the start, and Emily’s back arches off the blanket and she tries to roll her hips up to meet each thrust, letting out a frustrated groan when she has no leverage to do so with her legs draped over Andy’s thighs. Andy laughs, low and rough, and full of promise. Emily huffs and Andy maintains the pace, the slick sounds getting louder the wetter she gets.
She props herself up slightly off the blanket, and Andy knows she’s about to be on the receiving end of a very unamused look and before it can be thrown at her, she places her free hand on her lower belly, just above her cunt and swipes across her swollen clit with the pad of her thumb. Emily’s back hits the blanket again as a high and needy whine escapes the back of her throat. Her thumb continues stroking across her clit and she curls her fingers on each downstroke, pressing her upwards on the way out. Emily’s cunt begins pulsing around her fingers, a fresh wave of wetness dripping out of her cunt on each stroke.
Andy can feel when she’s getting close; her thighs start trembling and the grip around her fingers gets tighter on each pass. She presses a little bit harder on her clit on the next stroke and her orgasm rips through her, a broken cry released into the air around them. Her chest is heaving, and her rough and shallow exhales are mixed in with quiet whimpers.
Andy doesn’t let up yet.
She straightens her fingers and turns her wrist slightly, watching the response to the movement slowly dripping down her cunt. Andy looks up at Emily and sees just how wrecked she’s gotten; strands of red hair stick to her forehead, her face and neck are fully flushed, and her bottom lip is a bit swollen from when she was biting down on it.
The thumb at her clit starts rubbing in small circles and Andy rotates her wrist again when she slides her fingers almost all the way out.
“Andy…” Emily murmurs her name, quiet, hoarse, and still a little desperate.
Andy positions a third finger at her entrance and slowly slides it into her cunt as she rotates her wrist on the inward stroke and pauses, letting Emily adjust to the stretch. As soon as Emily starts drawing in bigger breaths, Andy curls all three fingers and presses up.
Emily moans loudly, her eyes squeezing shut and body pitching forward.
The pace is slower on this round, and the pressure is steady on each pass. Emily’s breathing turns ragged again and she opens her eyes to look at Andy, her gaze cloudy and unfocused. She can feel her body looking for more than what it’s getting in the way the tension builds the longer she maintains the pace.
“Andy…” she licks her lips and swallows a few times. “I don’t think I’ve got another.”
“Does it still feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what matters.”
Andy knows she has another in her, they’ve been here before countless times, though she knows she’s being greedy by drawing this out, indulging herself in the way Emily feels under her and around her. She reaches for Emily’s left hand with the one that was resting on her lower belly and Emily whines at the loss of the pressure on her clit.
Lacing their fingers together, Andy brings their hands back to the same spot, her thumb circling her clit again. She can feel how tightly wound Emily is and savors it for one more moment.
“I think you have one more in you.” Her voice is low and firm.
“Andy, I don’t think I–”
Andy hums and applies pressure with the hand linked together with Emily’s on her lower belly at the same time she presses up hard with her fingers buried inside her cunt.
Emily’s body seizes and her eyes slam shut, her mouth falling open around a soundless cry. Andy works her through it, her fingertips inside her cunt moving back and forth as her hand on her belly eases up and just rests there, intertwined with Emily’s. She watches the crease in her brow smooth out and her back drop onto the blanket and her grip on it loosen completely. As she starts drawing in bigger breaths again, Andy eases her fingers out slowly and, as much as she wants to savor every drop on her hands, she knows it’s not the moment for it and eases Emily’s legs off her thighs as she reaches for the pack of wet wipes to clean her hand. Andy moves to lay beside her.
“Come here. I’ve got you.” She holds her arms open and Emily curls into her side, wrapping an arm around her waist, and their legs tangling together.
Andy runs her hand up and down her back and looks up at the stars as they settle against each other; warm, sated, and with shirts they probably should have removed as she becomes aware of just how it sticks to her skin. Worth it though.
Andy kisses her temple and looks up at the sky.
“I can hear you thinking already.” Emily scoots closer. “Makes me wonder if I should try harder next time.”
Andy laughs, shaking them both with the movement.
“Well?”
“When did you know this was, you know,” she makes a gesture in the air, “‘it’ for you?”
“What do you mean by ‘it’?”
“You know.”
Emily props herself up to look at Andy, tucking the hair that falls loose back behind her ear. “After everything tonight, this is what you're shy about?” She says more as a statement than question, amused.
“I–”
“Are you asking me when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”
“Yes.”
She could tell her that she shares Andy's sentiments, about how she felt connected to her at the beginning but couldn't explain it. She could tell her that the feeling she ignored at Runway, and thought had faded over time, nearly knocked her sideways in the Dior office. She could go through all of the things Andy has done over the years to not only get to know the real her, but her children as well.
She could go through each and every moment until the stars fade from the sky and the sun warms their skin for days on end and it would still barely make a dent in the list.
Instead, she settles for, “Whenever I looked at you.”
“...wait. Even back at Runway?”
“Yes.”
“Em…”
“I don’t think I realized it back then, obviously.” She idly traces patterns across Andy’s chest, above her pounding heart, and Emily’s gaze follows the paths of them. “Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and all that. Though, in truth…” She looks back up at Andy and stills her hand. “...it is a collection of many moments. I don’t think I can really pinpoint it with as much clarity as it sounds like you may have.”
Andy gently grasps the back of Emily’s neck with the hand that was running between her shoulder blades and guides her down into a kiss, slow and reverent. Emily pulls back to settle against Andy’s shoulder.
The night is quiet, save for the soft sounds of their breathing, the creek in the distance and the faint rustling of the leaves whenever a breeze passes through.
Andy begins humming quietly, and Emily feels the vibrations of it as well as hears it.
“That song again?”
“It’s a good song.”
“Is it now?”
“Yeah.” She holds the hand resting on her chest. “I proposed to my fiancée to it.”