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Avery let go of Stella’s hands to pull the shirt over her head. “No bra?” she questioned, looking around and seeing the discarded item lying on the ground next to the couch.
“When you went down to grab the pizza, I had to make myself comfortable. It was way too—mmmm.” Stella’s words were cut off when Avery leaned down to capture a pebbled nipple in her mouth.
“Keep your hands above your head. Don’t move.” Avery’s directed murmurs were almost lost in the long moan that followed when she grasped her nipple between her teeth and pulled. The hands in her hair retreated to above Stella’s head. She locked her forearms over the arm of the couch.
Adjusting herself, she shimmied down Stella’s workout pants. Her musky scent after a day of sweating was intoxicating as Avery lowered her hand into the waiting heat of Stella’s core.
“You’re so wet for me.” Avery let go of her nipple, replacing her mouth with a hand as she moved her tongue to the spot just under her ear. The side of her neck was super sensitive. As Avery was about to bite down, Stella turned her head away.
“Don’t mark me right now. We’ve got the show tomorrow. Yes, right there.”
Avery’s rhythm picked up while Stella started getting her hips involved. Usually, she would have stopped the action, but her thigh was hitting the place where Avery needed to ride an orgasm with her lover.
“Fair enough,” Avery agreed, although holding back from giving her a nibble was more challenging than she thought. To keep herself from biting down on her neck, she moved her mouth to the other breast.
Stella’s breaths came out in short gasps, a near-dead giveaway of her pending explosion. Redoubling her efforts, Avery hooked her fingers. Stella’s whole body tensed for a few seconds. She wasn’t even breathing when a scream erupted from her throat.
The action shoved Avery over the cliff as well. She collapsed on top of Stella’s body when it was done. Spent in the best way, Avery struggled not to fall asleep.
“I love you,” she whispered near her ear.
Stella groaned as she pulled her arms down around Avery, turning to kiss her on her forehead. “And I love you. I’m so glad you moved in. Welcome home.”
Home. That felt good. The place she lived was just that, a place that held her stuff. But together, they would make this condo a home.
“We have to finish the last few episodes before tomorrow. Want to start now?” she murmured into Stella’s hair. The last thing she wanted was to watch a show that seemed so far away now, but the reunion was tomorrow, and they had to talk about what aired. The producers had sent over the last couple of episodes to go over, even the yet-to-be-aired finale.
It had been interesting watching the show in a new light. She’d grown closer to Stella by talking through different things. What was going through their minds at specific points, feelings, or just little tidbits about their lives that fit with what they saw. A bonus was seeing Stella’s host mode while they were watching. She often took notes—little tidbits for the reunion or observations that had gone entirely over Avery’s head. Host Stella was hot, and Avery couldn’t believe her luck at seeing her in action.
“If we have to.” Stella yawned. “I’m so comfortable.” She squeezed Avery tighter.
“If we don’t, though, we’ll fall asleep.”
“When you’re right, you’re right,” Stella grumbled, letting go and sitting up as much as she was allowed with Avery still on top of her. “Can you hand me my shirt?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
Avery groaned, lifting herself up. “Want me to warm up your pizza?” she asked, picking up the shirt before plucking a piece of pizza onto the nearby plate.
“No, this is a perfect temp. Oh, and beer. Thanks.” Stella stood to put back on her clothes.
Avery was sad to see her breasts disappear behind the fabric, but it was probably safer for their viewing party to have the girls tucked away.
While Stella got her notebook out, Avery fiddled with the remote to get the show ready. “Are you going to be okay watching the three day stay?” Avery asked, pulling her own discarded pizza near. They’d talked about the upcoming episode, where Avery had warned her of a few make out scenes she had with Quinn. She loved how supportive Stella had been, even though it probably wouldn’t be at the top of the list of Stella’s favorite episodes.
“Yeah, it would have been worse if we hadn’t reconnected. But it’s all part of the show. I’ve mentally prepared myself for it.” Stella twirled the pen while taking a swig of her beer. “Damn, even a bit warm, that hits the spot.” She smacked her lips together.
“It’s nice to see the beginning of our love story documented on a show like this.” Avery held the remote up. “Ready?” she asked through a mouthful of pizza.
“Ready.” Stella acknowledged, snuggled up to Avery’s side, a content sigh leaving her lips as Avery hit Play.
Stella sat in the makeup chair, trying to wake up. It was still dark when she’d left her house. Still, a week ago, when the executives told her when she needed to be at the building, she was professional enough not to groan at the ungodly time. This morning she reluctantly disengaged herself from Avery’s warm body and dragged her ass to the studio. Before leaving, she gently kissed Avery on the head, trying not to wake her up. A flash of jealousy ran through her as she resisted the pull to crawl right back into bed, since the contestants were requested to come in at eight.
Her body still tingled from last night. Over the months, they had intimately investigated all the rooms, but it was different now that Avery lived there. Last night, they got through at least three rooms. There were still a lot of surfaces they could cover, but damn, Avery had stamina and a libido that rivaled her own, which was more than she could hope for in a partner.
“You look like you could vibrate right out of this chair. Are you excited for the reunion show? They had a viewing of the finale for the crew last night. What a doozy. I can’t wait to watch it all again. It’s a nice change of pace to see such representation.”
Stella didn’t have to say much while Ivory worked her magic, making her face appear fresh. She worked around the chair at different angles, putting on more layers of makeup than Stella knew what to do with and doing a remarkable job keeping up the admittedly one-sided conversation.
Trying to get in the hosting zone, Stella found a spot on the mirror to focus on. That sometimes helped clear away distractions and get her in the zone to focus on stories. However, this morning it wasn’t working. The spot kept shimmering. The lack of sleep seemed to be playing tricks on her eyes.
