“I can change my flight and fly back with you instead of flying home. I have all my work stuff with me here. I haven’t taken it out, obviously. I’ll just need to do some laundry while I’m there.”
“I have a washer and dryer, at least. They’re the small ones, and they’re kind of terrible, but they mostly work.”
“Then, can I change my flight?” Debra asked, climbing on top of her and pressing them together as Sharon spread her legs.
“Yes,” she replied.
“And can I cook you dinner?”
“Yes.”
“I’m picturing you running off to work in the morning and me kissing you a temporary goodbye.” Debra kissed her neck. “And when I’m done working for the day, I’ll make dinner for us, and when you walk through the door, we can talk and eat. You’ll tell me all about your day, and I’ll tell you about mine.”
“God, that sounds so nice,” she said as a hand moved between their bodies. “And if we get in trouble for this with Nia, you’re taking the blame.”
“How is she going to know? The door is locked.”
“She could overhear us. I’m not exactly quiet when you make me come.”
“Well, normally, I am happy to make a woman scream, but maybe this time, it’s better to try to keep it down so that wedon’tget in trouble. I want to make love to you until we have to leave this room for dinner.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And I’d like to…”
“What?” she asked just as Debra’s fingers began playing with her clit.
“Pick a new song. One for us; for the new memories you were talking about earlier.”
“Now? You’re stroking me, babe.”
Debra smiled down at her and said, “I might have one.”
“A song?”
“Yes. Do you like The Cure?”
“I guess?” she asked more than said.
“Lovesong,” Debra said. “By The Cure.”
“Do you have it?”
“Find it on my phone. I’m a little busy here.”
Sharon laughed and picked up Debra’s phone.
“Um… Password or face?”
“My face is in your neck. Password is nine, seven, four, one, six, eight.”
Sharon hit the screen and asked, “Important numbers?”
“No, random. Random is always better for passwords. Find the song.”
Sharon scrolled until she found it, tapped play, and then tossed the phone back down so that she could wrap her arms around Debra as the song began to play. She’d heard it before but hadn’t ever thought of listening to it while she made love with a woman. As Debra kissed her and the lyrics spoke of making someone feel home and whole again, she teared up a bitbut held it in. When Debra moved inside her, she could feel her body lose some of its tension, and Sharon’s own did the same until she tensed as she came.
“You’re who I want,” she told Debra. “I want you. God, I want you.”
