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The dean started calling names. Leigh was near the end, which gave time for her nerves to mount. Not that there was any reason to be nervous. She had already earned her degree, after all; all she needed to do now was accept it.
Still, she was nervous, and she sought Morgan’s gaze again. Morgan gave her a warm, reassuring smile and a thumbs up. Leigh took a deep breath just as her name was called and stepped forward to receive her degree.
Everyone cheered and threw their hats when it was over. Morgan was the first one to reach Leigh, and the two of them kissed right there in front of everyone. No one paid any attention to them; they were all too busy celebrating with their own families.
Even after four years, it still sometimes blew Leigh’s mind that she could love Morgan freely and openly. After living with her mother’s hatred and condemnation all her life, she had begun to think that everyone must feel that way, but that wasn’t true.
Sure, they had encountered their share of homophobia, but most people were decent.
They already had their celebration plans set; their table booked at Leigh’s favorite restaurant. Leigh felt a small twinge of regret that her mother couldn’t be here, but she was quickly distracted from those thoughts by Morgan’s mouth near her ear, whispering how proud she was of her. Morgan pressed a few kisses to Leigh’s neck, drawing a soft sigh from Leigh.
Morgan and Leigh ate and drank late into the night. Jake and Mike had to excuse themselves early, as they only had the twins’ babysitter until eight. By the time they got home, Leigh was pleasantly tipsy and more than a little horny.
She grabbed Morgan by the shirt the moment they were inside and hauled her up against a wall, kissing her fiercely. Morgan returned the kiss in kind, flipping them around so that Leigh was the one pressed against the wall, a position Leigh didn’t object to in the slightest.
“Let’s make a baby,” Leigh breathed.
Morgan pulled back. “Are you drunk? We can’t make a baby, sweetheart. I don’t have the equipment for it.”
“Yes, we can,” Leigh insisted. “With doctors and science and stuff, we can. They can take our DNA and use it to fertilize eggs or something like that. I’m sure I read about it somewhere…” She trailed off, aware that she had just branched into potentially perilous territory. She and Morgan both wanted children, they had discussed that already, but there was a difference between wanting them as a theoretical concept versus wanting themnow.
She needn’t have worried. Morgan’s expression softened. “I’d love to make a baby with you, Leigh. We’ll wait to hear what you say when you’re slightly more sober, though. If you still want this tomorrow, I’m all in. Though might I suggest you get settled in your new job before taking on parenthood?”
Even in her buzzed state, Leigh was able to see the merit of that suggestion. She nodded, giving Morgan a silly grin. “What would I do without you?”
“We’re never going to have to find out,” Morgan promised. “Now, will you let me take you to bed?”
“Always.”
Morgan lifted Leigh up and carried her bridal-style through to the bedroom. Leigh giggled as Morgan laid her gently on the bed and started undressing her. Leigh squirmed back and forth, helping Morgan remove her dress then her underwear. Finally, she was naked before her wife.
Morgan took her own clothes off quickly before joining Leigh on the bed. They kissed again, slow and soft and deep. Morgan’s hands trailed down, finding Leigh’s nipples and squeezing hard.
Leigh gasped as she instantly felt her pussy moistening rapidly. That move never failed to get her wet and Morgan knew it.
Leigh whimpered and spread her legs in invitation, but Morgan wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Morgan reached into the bedstand and got out the set of padded hand and ankle cuffs that she had bought Leigh for their last anniversary.
Leigh moaned at the sight of them, squirming as her pussy and clit throbbed, aching for attention. She spread herself on the bed, allowing Morgan to attach the cuffs to the hooks they had installed in the bed frame.
Once she was tied, Leigh started tugging on the restraints, finding it as satisfying as always to struggle lightly against them and be reacquainted with just how little give they had.
She was so busy testing the bindings that she didn’t notice what Morgan was doing until Morgan started licking her clit.
“Ah—fuck! Morgan, please, baby. You promised.”
“I did promise, didn’t I? You’ve been so good.”
“I have,” Leigh practically sobbed. It had been three weeks since she’d been allowed to come. Every day of those three weeks, Morgan had licked her clit until she was a writhing quivering mess, right on the edge of orgasm, but stopping just before tipping her over the edge. Morgan knew Leigh’s limits very well by now and never failed to use that knowledge to her advantage.
She had promised Leigh that she could come after graduation, and Leigh was desperate to collect on that promise.
“I don’t know. You know we have a rule about sex when drunk…”
“I’m not drunk!” Leigh wailed. “I’m tipsy, that’s all, I swear!”
Morgan chuckled, stroking a hand down Leigh’s face. “I know, baby. I’m just teasing you. Don’t worry, you’ll get to come… but only when I say so.”
Morgan went back to licking Leigh, bracing herself on one elbow and using her free hand to play with Leigh’s nipples.
