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Charlie lived in a large semi on the west side of the city. There were three rows of identical houses surrounding a small green, edged with tidy black railings and clipped hedges.
She parked and the engine fell silent, the cold air creeping into the car. They turned and kissed again. Charlie broke away and she led Elda inside. They spilled into the living room, their bodies pressed together, kissing with fury. They fumbled at buttons and zips to remove their coats.
Charlie flicked on a table lamp, which cast a warm glow throughout the room. Elda took in the familiar, mid-century furniture and smiled at how perfectly Charlotte Mason the place was. A pain shot through her shin as she bumped into a low table. It was littered with coffee mugs and red wine glasses. She stretched Charlie’s jumper above her head, exposing her toned limbs.
They moved to the oversized, white sofa, and Elda pulled Charlie down on top of her.
“So, how was your day?” Charlie caught her breath, and they collapsed laughing.
Elda realised how ridiculous her adolescent longing was. But it didn’t stop her body from yearning, her lips finding parts to kiss, or her hands pulling through Charlie’s hair.
“We have to eat, Elda, or we’ll waste away,” Charlie said.
“Are you being a grown-up?” Elda laughed.
“Well, we can’t survive on red wine and chocolate.”
“We could try though.” They slid down the sofa, and Elda knelt on the floor. She pulled down Charlie’s trousers and discarded her boxers. Charlie arched her back into the cushions and gave in, offering Elda access.
Elda closed her mouth around her, softly at first. She breathed in Charlie’s scent and tasted her. She was wet with her own need. She moved into Charlie and pressed her own legs together.
Charlie guided Elda to the right place, and her hips rose to meet Elda’s tongue, which was expertly pushing and releasing her to a building orgasm. Elda leaned in, craving the power over Charlie’s body that she had relinquished. She kissed and sucked at her clit, feeling the ebb and flow beneath her hands. She tipped her head back briefly and opened her eyes to take in the beauty above her.
Charlie’s head relaxed in submission against the sofa. The image of her, naked from the waist down, and the taste of her desire was almost enough to bring Elda to her own climax. She increased the pace of her tongue.
“Touch me.” Charlie groaned.
Sensing Charlie’s need, Elda inserted one and then two fingers inside. It was too much. The rhythm and intensity built to a crescendo, and Charlie came in Elda’s mouth, calling out.
Elda leaned against her thigh, smiling. Leaving a trail of kisses on Charlie’s stomach, she made her way up to taste her lips. She ground herself against Charlie, needing her touch.
Charlie knew it. She flipped Elda onto her back.
“Fuck me.” Elda’s breath caught in her throat, and she surprised herself with her command.
Charlie didn’t waste any time. She pulled Elda’s pencil skirt around her waist and slipped off her pants, then pushed her knees apart and left her wide open. Charlie brought her fingertips to Elda’s lips, dripping with anticipation. She tipped her pelvis towards the ceiling while Charlie entered with one, two, then three fingers.
Elda groaned, and she bucked into Charlie’s hand, losing all control. She opened her eyes, wanting every moment of this. Charlie sat back as Elda squirmed against her. Her body was full, but she needed more. Elda pulled off her top, uncoupled her bra, and drew Charlie’s lips to her breast. She needed every part of her to be touched, devoured, wanted.
Charlie fucked her faster and harder and used her thumb to flick at Elda’s clit. She clamped her mouth onto her left nipple and bit down gently. Elda felt her release coming. She focused on every stroke, anticipating each vibration that Charlie sent coursing through her veins. Elda rode the wave of one pulsating orgasm followed quickly by another. She gave herself to the moment. Elda belonged here, entrusting herself to Charlie in a way she’d never done before.
***
Elda looked up at the bright sky. She could see the tips of tall, wide trees swaying in the gentle wind. The branches were naked for winter, but some showed off their berries like jewels. She reached out to hold Charlie’s hand without thinking. She loved how she’d gotten used to their casual touch.
Jack was wittering about someone at work borrowing his spoon. “And then he said he’d washed it. But he obviously just wiped it. Which is a bit out of order. So, I’ve sent one of those all-staff emails and put it on the noticeboard. About spoon etiquette. Don’t take people’s spoons.” Jack walked backwards, waiting for his friends’ reactions.
Charlie and Elda caught each other’s eye, and the three of them bent over laughing. They wandered across to the park’s café. Charlie and Jack took seats at a small metal table while Elda joined a queue for drinks. She stared at her two favourite people from across the gravel clearing. Jack smiled at Charlie and pulled off his brown beanie. His hair stood on end, and Charlie reached over to pat it down, looking so gorgeous it made Elda’s ribs ache. She wanted to freeze time so that they could stay like this.
She watched Charlie from across the courtyard until her heart skipped and she had to steady herself. She looked over to the ripples of water across the lake and took in the contours of the bank and the people walking on the path.
Balancing three cups of hot liquid, she reached the silver table. The sound of a ringtone from Charlie’s inside pocket disturbed them all.
“Arnold. What’s happened? The case file. Transferred yesterday, by courier. Not sure, to be honest. Maybe. I’d have to check.” Charlie frowned and looked at her watch. “Yeah, I could do that. No, it’s fine. I’m just around the corner. Will do. Speak soon.”
“Everything okay?” Elda pushed a coffee towards her.
“I need to pop to the office after we’ve had these.” Charlie hesitated for longer than usual. “You guys can come along, if you like.”
