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Kit has been moping all week, which is significantly more days than Jade is even going to be gone at this conference.
"I'm not moping , Jade!" Kit says when Jade brings up this very fact, "What, I can't miss you?"
Jade has come home from work to find Kit curled on their bed, Jade's pillow clutched to her chest and her face buried against the material where it smells most like Jade's hair.
"Ideally you'd wait til I was gone to miss me," Jade says with a smirk.
Kit throws the pillow at Jade and yanks the sheets over her head.
"I've changed my mind," comes her somewhat muffled voice, "I'm not going to miss you at all."
Jade sits on the edge of the bed and runs her hand along Kit's sheet covered thigh, shifting out of the way of Kit's returning kick.
"That's good," Jade says, grinning, "means I can get a refund on what I just bought to keep you from melting into a puddle of sadness while I'm gone."
The sheet comes down by a few inches, just enough to show Kit's narrowed blue eyes.
"Whaddya get me?"
Jade's smile gets even bigger and Kit has the good sense to start looking a little nervous.
On the plane Jade pays the exorbitant fee for inflight WiFi and starts typing a message to Kit.
You have it in yet, baby?
Jade chews at her thumb as she waits for Kit to text back, skin still tasting salty from the complimentary pretzels.
Rather than returning her text like a normal person an image pops into the text box. An image of a very naked Kit that has Jade immediately slapping her phone facedown on the tray table and swiveling her head around to make sure no one else on this 2am flight was ogling her girlfriend.
Luckily no one is seated in her row, and the woman across the aisle has her head leaning against the window, eyes closed, and headphones on. Jade takes a deep breath and unlocks her phone again.
It's a good picture, Jade will give her that.
Kit is standing in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, moonlight through their window illuminating her, Kit's head tilted and hip slightly cocked as she regards herself. She has on a loose t-shirt of Jade's that she's shoved her hand up, palming her own breast, nipple framed between her fingers. She's wearing nothing on her bottom half except for the harness of bamboo silk rope that Jade had lovingly crafted around Kit's hips before she left. The black rope makes Kit's skin look even more luminous, the way it criss-crosses her body a living piece of art. The harness is not what Jade was asking about, it was only a means to an end, and her eyes are drawn between Kit's legs where she can see the base of the black toy that has been pushed inside of her, sunk deep into Kit and held in place by soft knots.
Good girl.
Jade types, and she can imagine the pretty way Kit will flush at those words, how it will make her cunt clench around the toy buried inside her. Jade exhales heavily and flexes her fingers– she's been holding the phone tight enough to cramp them.
Jade swipes over to her apps and opens a discrete looking one that brings up a control panel with several simple sliders. Taking another deep breath and licking her lips, Jade thumbs one of the sliders up a single notch.
She flips back to her texts and waits impatiently.
it works!
Comes Kit's reply several agonizing seconds later.
Jade grins and crosses her legs.
How's it feel, princess?
She thinks about Kit, still staring at herself in the mirror as the vibrator hums to life inside her, knowing that hundreds of miles away Jade still has control of her body.
good. pretty tame tho
Jade snorts, flips over to the app and slides it up just past the halfway point.
ahhhhhhhjskdhhrjedm
Jade laughs, covers her mouth so she doesn't wake up any sleepers, and graciously pulls the slider down slightly.
fuck
You're always so eloquent, baby girl.
it's kinda curved inside? so it's pressing up against me and it just surprised me
Surprised you, huh? You like it?
Kit doesn't text back for several long seconds and Jade's fingers drum against the tray table, biting at her lip as she waits.
A photo comes through and Jade doesn't even bother to check her surroundings because it's one of the sexier things she's seen in her life and to look away would be ungrateful.
It's Kit on her knees, one hand braced on the mirror like she's trying to hold herself up. Her face is flushed, her mouth fallen open, short hair swept across her face, tickling against her shoulders. Jade can imagine the sudden intensity of the vibration doubling Kit over, sending her to the floor, needing to grab at the mirror to keep herself from falling, her thighs shoving closed as she tries to tense against the buzzing and only making it reverberate deeper inside her.
Jade's skin feels hot, even in the frigid air of the plane cabin, and she can't help opening the app again, her thumb finding the slider and inching it up over several long seconds, timing it with her heavy breaths.
She thinks of Kit collapsing in on herself, curling up on the floor around the sensation pulsing inside her, Kit's hand going between her legs to push against the toy and grinding deeper into it. She thinks of the black rope straining against Kit's skin as she pants and writhes. She thinks of her pretty girl moaning Jade's name into the air of an empty apartment.
Jade closes her eyes, bites her tongue and powers down the toy.
The reply this time is almost instant.
please
Please what?
please jade let me come for you
Jade groans, dropping her head back against her seat, closing her eyes and thinking of Kit shivering on their floor, wet between her legs and begging.
Jade's thumbs can barely type out her next reply.
No.
Jade lets out a shaky breath, keeps typing.
Take it out and go to bed, Kit.
Several minutes go by, and Jade imagines Kit's pout, perhaps her growl of frustration, the way she curls into a tight ball and clenches every muscle when she's frustrated, how she won't be able to help tensing around the toy inside her when she does. Jade thinks about Kit's shaky fingers going between her legs, pulling the toy out slow, how it would be shining with Kit and Jade desperately misses the taste of her girl.
Jade doesn't know how long she's been lost in her fantasy when the buzz of her phone brings her back to herself.
Another photo. Kit, topless, laying down on their bed, her blue eyes staring out at Jade with a longing intensity, short hair spread out on the pillow, the jade stone held between her teeth.
I love you, you fucking menace.
Jade types.
love you more
Comes the response.
Jade sighs and smiles. Everything's a competition with Kit.
The following afternoon is filled with Jade receiving a site tour with the other conference guests, going to keynote speeches, panel discussions, hands on seminars, and mixers. It keeps Jade busy, and she keeps Kit in suspense, knowing that the toy is snug inside her and that Kit is just waiting for when it will hum to life.
Jade imagines the expectation of it making Kit wet all day.
By the end of the day Jade is exhausted and sick of people and collapses back onto the bed of her hotel room.
But Jade can't sleep.
Kit may be more obvious in her moping when they have to spend any time apart, but at night Jade misses the warm weight of Kit laying against her chest, the way their legs tangle together, how Kit's dark hair looks spread against Jade's skin, the slow huff of Kit's breath and the occasional muttered word from her dreams. Her body feels too light without Kit's weight pressing her down, her fingers itchy without her girl to hold.
Jade growls and turns onto her stomach, grabs her phone off the bedside table and opens the stupid phone game Kit has downloaded onto her device for the frequent times Kit forgets her own.
The cheery jingles and explosions from the game sound tinny and small in the empty hotel room. It's such a stupid game and not just because Jade is bad at it. No one is bad at mobile games, that's sort of the point of them, but Jade somehow manages. The banality of it makes Jade feel even more lonely. Jade closes the game in frustration and swipes through her other apps.
Jade bites her lip, considers it.
She opens the app, looks at the sliders, considers it harder.
With the timezone difference it's even later at home, and Jade knows Kit is asleep, her texts from several hours ago arriving with increasing spelling mistakes and then dropping off completely, the phone no doubt still clutched in her sleeping hand, certain to have lost its charge by the morning. Jade shifts onto her back, stares at the settings.
Maybe she can give Kit a good dream.
She turns the toy on, setting it to the lowest intermittent pulse it can be set for. She thinks of Kit sprawled out on her belly, her cheek pressed against Jade's pillow, the long line of her neck and shoulders and back, the blankets kicked off of her. Jade thinks about how Kit's even breathing might turn into a soft hum, her face nuzzling closer into the pillow and the memory of Jade. She pushes the slider up. She thinks of that contented hum turning into a gasp, her hair falling into her face as she rolls her neck, feeling warmth build up between her legs. Jade pushes the slider up, makes the pulsing constant. She thinks about Kit shifting, the flex of her belly lifting her ass up as she starts to grind against the bed. She thinks of her shoulders tensing, fingers twisting in the sheets. Jade pushes the slider up. She thinks of Kit moaning now, her cunt a constant pulse, her hole wet and stretched and wanting. She thinks about Kit in her sleep knowing nothing but desire, how she belongs to Jade even when she is unconscious and is just a creature of pleasure and the instinct to come. Jade pushes the slider up. She imagines her name falling from Kit's lips, how wet her mouth is, how much Jade wants to bite her lips and suck her tongue and wake her up with fingers between her legs and Kit already shaking with an orgasm. Jade pushes the slider up, reaches her other hand in between her own legs to touch herself.
It's the thought of Kit– her girl, her sweet, sinful, suffering, obedient lover– that makes Jade close her own eyes and slide her fingers into herself. It's the thought of Kit's back arching in the moonlight, the muscles under her skin flexing as she chases after release that makes Jade's fingers curl and push and drive her towards her own summit. Jade smiles, the image of Kit still behind her eyes as her other hand finds her phone, clicks the off button. It's the thought of Kit, still asleep but desperate, moaning in frustrated, terrible want, twisting in the bed, her body begging for more and not getting it, and not knowing why , that makes Jade come in her own hand, gasping for breath.
Jade falls into sleep with that self-satisfied smile on her face, shivering as the sweat on her skin cools in the cold hotel air, her body loose and her heart full.
The next morning she wakes up feeling fantastic, light streaming through the hotel curtains and an uncharacteristic verve to face the day in her bones. Jade sends off a quick text.
Sleep well, darling?
woke up cranky. really miss you. and want you.
Aw, I'm sorry baby.
Jade types, not feeling sorry at all.
The morning panels keep Jade busy and attentive– taking notes, asking questions, chatting with exhibitors, collecting business cards– all the exhausting minutiae of conference work.
But this particular panel discussion is terrible. It's 101 information at best , and the speakers keep starting to talk without waiting for the microphone to get to them and then holding it too far away when it does get to them, and folks at the back of the hall keep yelling speak up at irregular intervals. It's fully amateur hour.
Jade is still dutifully taking notes on her phone, on the off chance that one of these government grunts has an original thought, but by the third personal anecdote that doesn't seem to relate to the topic at all her attention is drifting.
Kit has the long weekend off, of course, and is at the movies, no doubt already with an overpriced cherry slushy in hand. Kit had texted her about it this morning when Jade had inquired about her plans for the day.
By yourself? Jade had asked.
yeah. elora wimped out. she watched the trailer and said it was too scary
Well, she's soft hearted.
she had to be asked to leave inside out because her crying was upsetting the children. she's a freak
Jade checks the time. Given ten minutes for ads and trailers, and another ten for the movie to really get moving, now is the perfect time.
Jade taps open the app and pushes the slider a quarter of the way up.
Seconds later her phone buzzes.
jesus jade i almost dropped my slushy
Jade grins and then tries to cover it by underlining a random word on the handout sheet and nodding like an interesting point has been made.
do you have any idea how much this cost
There's a smattering of chuckles around the room and Jade fakes a smile, not for one second believing that whatever the panelist said had actually been funny.
seven dollars jade. seven dollars.
Jade rolls her eyes at that. Ever since being cut off from her trust fund Kit hasn't stopped being horrified by the everyday prices for things. Every time they go grocery shopping Kit walks out incensed, but try to get her to go without her Colombian dark roast beans? She'd rather buy single ply.
You shouldn't have your phone out in the movie theater, Kit. It's rude.
fuck you i shouldn't have a vibrator up me either but here we are
Jade snickers. Someone else at her table glances over to her and Jade looks back down at the handout, clearing her throat and trying to look engaged in the endless bullet points that are all formatted differently.
She does swipe to her notes app and put another tally on the list for Kit swearing at her– not many more til her girl would earn herself a punishment for that.
Jade changes the controls to a patterned loop– a minute of low thrumming that turns into twenty seconds of intense pulses and then drops back down again.
Jade flips back to the chat, narrows her eyes at Kit's last text, and decides to turn off notifications altogether. Let Kit swear into the void for a while.
The session is long over and they're well into the catered lunch by the time Jade's resolve breaks and she turns her notifications back on. The phone practically buzzes out of her hands with the number of incoming texts.
She takes her wilted kale salad to a table in the corner and opens her messages.
okay haha funny funny you can stop now
i don't believe this
jade IT IS A FUNERAL SCENE why are you making me turned on??
i can't even follow the plot is there time travel in this
jade lover please
screw you
i just had to spend ten minutes in the bathroom with my hands under the cold water. i missed the fight scene!
you're renting me this when it comes out digitally
please?
i miss you i want you
wish it was your fingers inside me
your fingers feel so good in me i love your hands
i could be so good. i'd crawl for you and lick you and let you do what you wanted with me
please please
Jade is nearly crawling out of her skin with want by the last text and she has to close her eyes and rub her hands over her face to get back any sort of focus.
She thinks of Kit in the dark theater, an empty matinee showing, her fingers clutching the arms of her chair as she rocks forward in her seat, thighs pressed tight together, seeking pressure and consistency and release. She thinks of the unrelenting cycle of the low hums, how it will keep Kit wound up, just barely there vibrations inside her, warming her whole body, flushing her pale skin. She imagines how Kit will shudder when it speeds up, wrap her arms around herself and try to breathe quietly as she gets closer and closer and so near to what she wants and needs and would beg on her knees for, worship Jade for, and then suddenly it all stops and she's left with only that low hum that won't leave her alone, desperate and not ready to begin the cycle all over again.
Jade exhales sharply through her nose, shakes her head and sees that lunch is over and she's the last person in the dining hall. With a grimace she collects her schedule packet and map, throws away the disappointing salad, and tugs her lip hard through her teeth as she turns off the toy, thinking of Kit slumping breathless, exhausted, and unsatisfied in her seat as the credits roll.
The final day Jade keeps Kit guessing. She doesn't touch the controls for long stretches at a time, and then will put Kit through an intense series of sensations for a solid five minutes before shutting it off again. Kit doesn't text much about it, only responding in the affirmative when Jade lets her know she can take the toy out for several hour long breaks, and when she should put it back in. The lack of texts doesn't surprise Jade, knowing how consumed Kit can become in her thoughts. Apparently Kit is beyond the ability for words now or frustrated that she can't find the ones that will make Jade just finally let her come.
Jade's imagination supplies her with a host of scenarios though. Kit in the shower, washing her hair when it comes on, pressing her whole body against the cool tile to chill her naked skin back into calm, water running into an open gasping mouth. Kit at her computer on a call with Airk and having to hastily excuse herself, snap the screen closed, and grind against the couch like a horny teen. Kit exercising, hands wrapped up to protect her knuckles from the sand bag, her next punch faltering as she stumbles forward, sweat already running down her body from exertion, hair already sticking to flush skinned, body coiled with effort and then winding even tighter as she clenches herself around the pleasure Jade is sending her.
Jade is practically high on thoughts of Kit. The flight back Jade keeps her eyes closed, her thoughts a single minded focus on her girl waiting at home for her and what Jade will do to her once she gets there.
On the hour long taxi ride home, Jade keeps the vibrator turned on the whole time, making a game of sliding it up or down based on what out of state license plates she sees. She's about twenty minutes away from the airport when Kit calls her. Jade glances up at the driver before putting in her earbuds and answering the phone.
"Hey, Kit," she says.
She's greeted by a moan so wanton that Jade's stomach immediately flips, her face flushing hot.
"Please, Jade, oh god , Jade, I- I can't–" Kit's words slide into another long, low moan, her panting breath loud in Jade's ears.
Jade bites her tongue, failing to slow her own breathing.
"You having a hard time?" Jade asks, trying to keep her voice sounding normal, appropriate, not like she's listening to her girlfriend being sexually tortured by her own hand. The same hand that's reaching for the slider on the app that will decrease the pauses in between the deep, rhythmic pulses she's been sending through Kit's cunt.
" Jaaaade– " her name is a whine from Kit's mouth, filled with all the desperation of three days being brought to the edge over and over without ever being allowed to plummet over the side.
"I'll be home soon," Jade says, and she sounds hoarse, tired of words, her mouth only fit for swallowing Kit's pretty sounds and running her tongue along shivering skin.
" Please Jade I want to come, let me come for you, please I need to," Kit is a tumult of words and gasps and whimpers.
Kit's words tense Jade's jaw, like the sensation of eating something too sweet, the ache that comes from over stimulation. She closes her eyes and wants Kit so badly she can almost feel the press of her body against her, a phantom touch created solely from how desperately she desires Kit.
Jade counts her breaths until she can speak.
"You've been so good Kit, you can wait just a little longer."
"Ahhh- ah ," Kit's whine pitches up an octave, and Jade imagines the wetness between her legs, the shine on her skin, how Kit's fingers would taste coated in it.
Jade lets out a shaky breath.
"I'll stay on the phone with you, okay baby?" She says, "I'll stay with you."
Forty more minutes in the taxi to listen to Kit whine, her words coming in ragged gasps, sometimes barely intelligible between moans, but always the words Jade, and please , and come .
Jade's shaking fingers play with the settings throughout, listening to the sounds her girl makes, knowing each cue and sign of where she's at, how far Kit can be pushed before Jade yanks her back from the edge, denies her again and again until she can hear Kit sobbing through the phone. It breaks Jade's heart and turns her on like nothing else.
"Baby?" Jade calls as she enters their apartment, feeling antsy with desire but forcing herself to drop her bag in the entryway, hang her keys up, and place her shoes carefully next to a pile of mismatched holey chucks.
There's no Kit here to greet her, to dash down the hallway and throw herself bodily at Jade so she can spin her around. Jade feels a brief pang at that, but she has an idea that the greeting she'll get instead may be even better.
She walks toward their room, seeing that the door is just slightly ajar, and the closer Jade gets the more she can hear the soft sounds of Kit, the sounds Jade has longed to hear in person and not over a phone. Jade swallows heavily before she pushes open the bedroom door fully.
Kit is sprawled out on their bed, naked and on her stomach, the low yellow light of the bedside table catching the glisten of sweat down her arms and back, and the red flush of her cheeks. Kit looks to her, eyes barely focused, and she tries to sit up, to come to her, but when Kit moves she cries out, hand going between her legs as she collapses back into the mussed sheets, curling in on herself even as her eyes stay locked on Jade, needing to see her.
Jade is already pulling off her clothes and striding towards her before Kit can gather herself to say anything.
"Jade," Kit manages to pant as Jade crawls onto the bed with her, "I missed you."
Jade doesn't need to tell her the same, just leans over Kit to kiss her, Kit's mouth falling open with no fight to let Jade lick into her gasping warmth.
Jade wants to touch every part of her, run her hands up and down Kit's skin, press her fingers into her mouth, taste between her legs, wrap her own legs around Kit's thigh to grind against her– Jade has missed her girl.
When Jade breaks the kiss Kit just pants and shivers and lays beneath her, blue eyes searching her face, flicking to every favorite freckle.
"Can I?" Kit says, her eyes so hopeful, lips bitten red, "can I come now, Jade?"
Jade's slow smile and intense gaze makes Kit's breathing start to hitch.
"I thought you missed me, princess?" Jade says, voice a low growl, "why don't you show me how much first?"
Jade crawls forward and sits up on her knees, her legs straddling Kit's head, one hand gripping the headboard and the other going down to stroke back Kit's hair.
Kit's eyes are watery and desperate as she looks up at Jade between her legs.
"Go on, good girl," Jade whispers, "show me."
Jade lowers herself onto Kit, her girl's mouth falling open, her hot tongue licking out to taste and serve Jade.
"That's it, baby," Jade moans, watching Kit's eyes flutter closed, the way her neck goes back to lick deeper into her.
"You're so good for me," words keep spilling from Jade, Kit's mouth pulling them from her, "my best girl."
Kit hums her pleasure at the praise and Jade can feel it against her skin and it makes her gasp.
" Yes , love," Jade hisses as Kit's teeth graze across her clit, "keep going."
Kit's tongue flattens and presses up hard against her and Jade's back bows, gripping the headboard to keep herself from collapsing. Heat is washing across her in waves, centered at the point where Kit's mouth is around her and radiating up. Jade's legs begin to lock, her muscles struggling to support her, she grits her teeth and the feeling builds up and up, flaming up her spine and to the base of her neck and then she is coming in Kit's mouth, wet and open and so, so much.
It's perfect– her girl is perfect, and all for Jade.
Jade shudders and grinds down on Kit, chasing the last of her pleasure, her hand tangled and tugging on Kit's soft hair.
Jade leans her forehead against the headboard, gasping and incandescent as Kit continues to lip and kiss at her.
For several long minutes Jade just catches her breath, enjoys the feeling of Kit beneath her, warm breath ghosting against her skin. When Jade finally opens her eyes again and looks down at her girl, Kit's own eyes are shut tight, her brow furrowed, and Jade can feel now how Kit's body is undulating beneath her, still turned on and suffering from the toy inside her but being so patient and good.
Jade scoots back and lowers herself down the bed, running her palms along Kit's flushed skin as she goes.
Jade undoes the knots of the harness, sliding the silky rope across Kit's skin as she untangles her from the bondage of her three day denial. Jade tugs at a particularly stiff knot with her teeth and Kit watches her and whimpers, chewing mercilessly at her bottom lip.
With the ropes removed all that's left is to pull the toy from Kit's hole, stretched wide and swollen around the long intrusion. Jade works her fingers around the base, rotates it side to side, Kit throwing her head back on the pillows with a hiss, her hands clenching into fists as Jade slowly pulls it free, stopping to press back in an inch for every two she pulls out. When it finally slides fully out of her girl, Kit sighs with something between frustration and relief– free of her torture but still not sated.
Jade runs her fingers down Kit's folds, watching how her cunt twitches and flexes at the touch. She slides one finger effortlessly into Kit's burning warmth. After three days Kit deserves more than coming from a toy– she deserves Jade's fingers inside her, and Jade's hands have missed their home inside her girl.
"You wanna come, baby girl?" Jade asks.
Kit nods frantically and immediately starts to grind down on her finger, but it doesn't fill her enough, not the way Kit craves, and Jade holds her hand still against her, refusing her any additional stimulation. She runs her other hand up and down the soft skin of Kit's tensing thigh. Kit's movements become desperate, uncontrolled.
"Ask me again, princess," Jade says, licking Kit's heaving stomach.
"Jade, god Jade , please can I come for you? I want to come for you so badly!"
The way Kit asks to come always ties Jade's insides up with tenderness and want, how Kit knows that her pleasure belongs to Jade, that Kit coming is for Jade's satisfaction and her own desire.
Kit's gift to Jade is her body writhing underneath her, giving Jade control to deny or satisfy, to hurt or soothe, to touch or tease. There is nothing Kit won't let her do, won't give to her, and Jade knows that trust has never come easy to Kit, that Jade exists in a singular place in Kit's locked heart that Jade treasures.
"My sweet, needy girl," Jade says, lips grazing the skin just above where the short curls of hair between Kit's legs start. Kit's hips jerk up at the too light touch and Jade nips at the skin, Kit practically howling at the overstimulation.
"Oh please, please Jade!"
Kit's 'pleases' are always devastating to Jade. To reduce her to begging– Kit who is proud and angry and can't let anyone know her vulnerability– is like a dark miracle. Kit exposes every piece of herself to Jade even when she has to claw through the layers of fear and shame like pulling her skin open for Jade to see her heart. Jade has never met anyone more brave. Jade couldn't love her more.
Love and lust have Jade pushing two more fingers heavily into Kit, mercilessly curling them into her as Kit yells.
"Jade!" Kit writhes, "oh fuck –"
Kit dissolves into incomprehensible whines as Jade brings her mouth down to Kit's clit, licking against it in time with the thrust of her fingers.
Kit's hands find Jade's hair, twisting them round, stroking her thumbs across her curls, her grip weak from prolonged pleasure.
Kit's hips start to roll up in slow, sinuous movements, the pace of her body turning purposeful and coiled as her stomach clenches, her cunt tightening impossibly around Jade's fingers.
"Ahhh – god! Please Jade!" Kit's voice is loud and raspy, "can I come for you?"
Jade pulls her mouth away from Kit just long enough to speak.
"Yes, love. Go ahead and show me how pretty you can come on my fingers."
Kit sobs at the permission finally given, and Jade presses her tongue back to her, pushes her fingers deep, feels the silkiness of Kit, revels in being inside her girl.
Kit releases with a silent, full body tense that turns into a long whine as her body begins to shake, her walls spasming around Jade's fingers, her wetness soaking down her palm, collected on Jade's tongue.
Kit shakes for a long time, as though every spoiled orgasm from the last three days is chasing through her one after the other. Kit begins to gasp for breath, her hips bucking jerkily against Jade's mouth as she's overwhelmed. Jade presses soft kisses to her thighs, runs her free hand across Kit's skin, feeling every shiver through her palm.
Kit's body finally relents, leaving her limp and spent. Jade removes her fingers slowly, keeping them pressed against Kit's wall as she drags them out. Kit's head tosses to the side as she shivers and hums.
Jade crawls up the bed and lays down next to her, watching the deep rise and fall of Kit's chest, the way the jade stone between her breasts catches the lamp light at every rise. Jade waits and watches until she can see Kit's shoulders fall, the exhaustion of coming unspooling her body into softness.
"Come here to me, Kit," Jade says, opening her arms to her girlfriend.
Kit crawls across her, nuzzles in to her chest, kisses and licks at her skin in sleepy habit.
Jade runs a hand through Kit's hair, tugs it lightly, just enough to see Kit's pretty blue eyes looking up at her.
Kit wriggles forward and kisses her with an exhausted smile, damp hair falling back into her eyes as Jade turns her grip into a soothing rub at the back of Kit's neck.
"Welcome home," Kit murmurs, and Jade's home is tucked in her arms.
She never wants to leave home again.