The casual way she spoke about their future made Nat's heart flutter. She set her wine glass down, very aware of Sofia's proximity. "You make it sound so simple."
"Maybe it is," Sofia said softly. "Maybe we're the ones making it complicated."
The fire crackled, sending shadows dancing across the walls. Outside, snow had begun to fall, the flakes visible in the glow of the street lamps. The city sounds felt distant, muffled by the weather and the warmth of their bubble.
"I like your place," Nat said, glancing around. "It suits you. Elegant but comfortable."
"I'm glad you think so." Sofia reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Nat's ear. Her fingers lingered, trailing down Nat's cheek. "I was nervous about you seeing it. I didn't want it to feel..."
"Intimidating?" Nat supplied with a small smile.
"Yeah." Sofia's hand trailed down and came to rest on Nat's knee. "I want you to feel at home here. Even if you just visit a few times a year."
The air between them felt charged, eighteen days of separation crystallizing into a hunger Nat was desperate to feed. Her pulse quickened as Sofia's thumb traced small circles on her knee. "I do," she whispered.
"Good." Sofia turned to her and propped her elbow on the couch’s backrest. "Because I have plans."
Nat chuckled. "Care to share these plans?"
"I could tell you," Sofia murmured, slowly looking her up and down. "Or I could show you."
"Show me," Nat whispered, and Sofia smiled before closing the final distance between them. Their mouths met in a slow, languid kiss that deepened as their mutual longing poured through. Sofia’s hand moved to Nat’s waist, pulling her closer.
Nat was on fire. Her hands slid up Sofia’s back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath her sweater. She pulled the fabric up slightly, needing to feel more, to touch more. Sofia’s gasp was a mix of surprise and desire, and it sent a thrill through. She pulled it off, leaving Sofia in a red, lace balcony bra, and Nat sighed as she took her in. “You’re so, so beautiful,” she whispered, pressing Sofia back against the cushions. She dipped her head to trace the curve of Sofia’s jaw with her mouth, down to the soft skin of her neck.
Sofia tilted her head, giving Nat full access. “Nat…” she breathed, her hands finding their way beneath Nat’s shirt, tugging at it until Nat straightened herself and pulled it off.
Nat lowered herself on top of Sofia and pressed herself firmly against her as their mouths crashed together with raw need.
Sofia’s lips moved with urgency, her teeth grazing Nat’s lower lip before she deepened the kiss again, her tongue tangling with Nat’s in a sensual dance.
"Fuck me," she begged.“Fuck me, Nat. I need you.”
Nat's breath hitched, desire pooling between her legs as Sofia’s warm hands roamed over her body, her nails digging into her skin. God, she wanted nothing more, and she felt a rush of exhilaration as she moved back to pull down Sofia's pants and her panties.
Tossing them aside, she stared down at Sofia, who was unclipping her bra and discarding it, now fully exposed and at her mercy.
For a beat, Nat was frozen as her eyes roamed over Sofia, drinking her in. She was nothing short of breathtaking—an exquisite mix of strength and vulnerability. Sofia's dark hair was tousled, spilling over the cushions in soft waves and her full lips were slightly parted as she looked up with those dark and expressive eyes, holding Nat’s gaze with a silent invitation and a promise all at once.
Nat’s eyes traveled downward, taking in the elegant curve of Sofia’s neck, still tinged red from their earlier kisses. Her collarbone stood out delicately, leading down to the swell of her chest. Her body was graceful yet toned, each line and contour shifting with the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
She traced Sofia’s waist with her hands, appreciating the smoothness of her skin, the strength beneath it. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Sofia’s jawline and tracing a slow, reverent path down her body, savoring every reaction, every quiver, and every sigh that escaped Sofia’s lips. She trailed her mouth over Sofia's hard nipple and Sofia's chest shot up as she tangled her hands in Nat's hair, pulling her in.
"Fuck! Yes!" she breathed, her back arching and her hips rolling.
Nat lowered a hand in between them and stroked the sensitive skin of Sofia’s inner thighs until she was squirming beneath her. Nat met her gaze, the hunger in Sofia's eyes nearly undoing her, and she lowered herself on top of her to capture Sofia's mouth once more, while her fingers slipped through Sofia’s folds, finding her liquid heat.
Sofia moaned, lifting her hips to meet her touch as Nat teased her. Then her breath caught as Nat slipped two fingers inside her, and another loud moan filled the room.
"You feel incredible," Nat whispered, the words heavy with longing. Sofia's breath hitched as Nat's fingers deepened their exploration, a sultry rhythm that mirrored the pulsing heat between them.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me," Sofia murmured, her head falling back, surrendering fully.
Nat moved slowly, deliberately, watching Sofia's face as pleasure coursed through her. She pressed soft kisses along Sofia's neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
Sofia’s arms and legs wrapped around her hips like a blanket while their hearts raced in sync. She opened her eyes and looked at Nat while she balanced on the edge. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
“What is it?” Nat asked. “Are you okay?”
