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Then Reyna's hands found her breasts, her palms sliding up beneath Charlie's arms to cup them, hold them, and feel. Charlie gasped at the sensation, the feeling of Reyna's hands finally touching her. There was something almost desperate in how Reyna reached for her, the way her fingers spread wide across Charlie's breast.

"I have to touch you," Reyna whispered against her skin, hands trembling as they mapped the curve of Charlie's ribs. "If I only feel this and never give it to you, I'll lose my mind. I need to feel you."

"God, yes." Charlie pressed into her hands. "Please touch me."

Reyna did. Her thumbs found Charlie's nipples and stroked, and the sensation slammed through Charlie with her own body's answer, and the rose giving her the sensation of Reyna's wonder at giving it, all arriving in the same breath. Charlie gasped against Reyna's skin.

Then Reyna shifted beneath her, and her thigh slid up between Charlie's legs.

Charlie went still.

The pressure was sudden and exquisite. Charlie pressed down into it before she realized.

"Slip your leg between me, please," Reyna pleaded. Charlie lifted her own thigh up, guiding it between Reyna's so they were locked together.

Reyna pressed up while Charlie pressed down, and the rose sang between them, sensation crossing and re-crossing until Charlie couldn't have said whose pleasure was whose. But it was theirs, living in the narrow warmth where their bodies met.

"Rey." Charlie's voice came out broken.

"I know." Reyna's voice shook with a laugh that was mostly breath. "I know, Charlie. Come here—no—don't stop, just?—"

Charlie's control began to slip.

Not all at once, slipping into something deeper and faster, into her hands moving over Reyna, palms sliding along her ribs, her waist, the plane of her stomach, as though she could map her and memorize her by touch alone. Charlie's breathing had gone ragged from everywhere she touched, the rose gathered to meet her, and everywhere it gathered, she felt Reyna feel it. The feedback made her greedy in the gentlest way for more skin, more of Reyna's small hungry sounds, more of the ache building low in both of them.

She kissed everywhere she could reach. A curve of her breast, the tremble of her stomach, the jut of her hip. She went to kiss the soft inside of an arm when Reyna reached for her.

Each kiss pulled another whimper from Reyna's throat.

"Charlie—Charlie, please come here."

Charlie lifted her head.

Reyna's eyes were wet-bright and gorgeous. "Please. Come back up to me. I need—" Her hand found Charlie's jaw, drawing her upward along the length of her body. "I need you to kiss me."

Charlie slid up the warm length of Reyna, and their mouths came together.

This kiss was nothing like the others. It was need with no restrictions. Reyna's lips parted for her, her tongue meeting Charlie's as a sound spilled out of her that Charlie swallowed and felt shudder through her. It was hungry and wanton, primal in a way Charlie had never experienced.

Reyna kissed her like she was starving and Charlie was all that was left in the universe. Charlie felt that hunger cross the bond and become her own until she was gasping into Reyna's mouth between kisses she couldn't bring herself to break.

As their kisses continued, Charlie slowly moved her hand down Reyna's body, over Reyna's stomach, past the dip of her navel. Lower, slow, trying to give Reyna as many seconds as she could before Charlie lost her own sanity, until her fingers slid between Reyna's legs and found her, wet and warm, and Reyna cried out against her mouth.

"Charlie—"

The moment Charlie touched her, the rose surged down Reyna's body to meet Charlie's fingers, gathering exactly where she began to stroke, blooming beneath her touch like it was throbbing for her, like it needed her there. Charlie felt Reyna's overwhelm crash through the bond and into her own core withan intensity that rocked Charlie unsteady, tearing a moan out of her she hadn't known was coming.

"You feel that?" Reyna gasped. Her forehead pressed to Charlie's, both of them trembling. "You feel what you're?—"

"Yes." Charlie could barely speak. "I feel all of it, Rey. I feelyou."

She stroked slow circles against Reyna and felt her shatter a little more with each one. The rose raced beneath her fingers, meeting her, guiding her. Everywhere Charlie touched, Reyna's pleasure answered until Charlie's own body throbbed with borrowed sensation. Reyna's hips rocked up into her hand, her breath in ragged pieces. She was clutching at Charlie's shoulders, her back, at anything she could hold.

"Charlie, I'm—it's so—" Reyna's whole body was trembling beneath her, climbing. "I've never—it's never felt?—"

"I've got you," Charlie whispered, kissing Reyna's cheek, her jaw, and the corner of her open mouth. "I've got you. Let me take care of you." Reyna moaned at her words, leaning her head back and exposing her throat to Charlie, who couldn't miss the opportunity to kiss her neck, letting her tongue slide up her throat.

And Reyna was so close. Charlie could feel it, a wave gathering itself to break?—