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“You know, we could’ve been doing this a lot sooner if you hadn’t been such a giant tit.”
Kit wasn’t sure why the thought entered her head. Maybe because her mind chose that moment to file away the conversation they’d had in the car on the way over and she could hear Jade’s comment of he’s a massive tit actually as clearly as if Jade had spoken it again. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that underneath Jade’s terribly bulky monster getup, she was wearing a ribbed tank top which did two wonderful things; displayed her lean, tone arms and accentuated the curve of her breasts.
Kit had absolutely no idea why she voiced the thought out loud.
Especially since it caused Jade, whose mouth had been exploring the soft, sensitive patch of skin right behind Kit’s ear, to draw back with a huff of indignation.
“What?” she breathed. Those strong arms were bracketing Kit’s head, keeping Jade’s full weight from resting on Kit, which, really, Kit wouldn’t mind at all.
Wincing, Kit’s hands scrambled up Jade’s back, trying to pull her close again. “I don’t know why I said that. Ignore me. You can… uh, go back. To what you were doing,” she insisted, because she would really, really like to do that.
But Jade had already shifted onto her side, the expression of mild offense melting into something more considering. She reached up and brushed a few wayward strands of hair from Kit’s face, letting her fingertips trail over Kit’s blushing cheeks. Kit turned into the touch, pressing her lips to Jade’s palm, and hiding her eyes behind it.
“Kit?” Jade tried but Kit only rubbed her face harder against Jade’s hand, as if the friction could wipe away the nagging feeling of embarrassment her mind was abruptly recalling.
Jade’s fingers curled so they could slip under Kit’s jaw, tilt it back so their eyes met. “What is it, love?” she asked quietly, her brown eyes nearly golden in the low light from the lamp beside the bed. Kit stared into them, stared into the love and desire reflected in them, and cursed her brain for the interruption.
But. Maybe it would be good to finally say it.
“I—” Her eyes darted away from Jade, bounced around the room, unsurprisingly neat despite the recentness of Jade’s occupation of it. Nothing out of place to catch her gaze. “When I was visiting you I—”
Annoyed with herself, Kit flopped her head back on the pillow. “The flowers were for you,” she finally managed to mumble out. She stole a glance at Jade; watched her face scrunch in uncertainty for a few seconds before relaxing into understanding.
“Oh, Kit,” she lamented and the sorrow in her tone was both soothing and prickly; it made Kit wriggle.
“It’s fine, I mean, you didn’t know. It’s not like I told you,” she replied hastily, hating that she could so vividly recall the shock of the moment. What did it matter now? She had Jade. Who cared about anything else?
Jade was frowning down at her. “It’s not fine, it hurt you. I was being a giant tit.” The corner of one lip curled. “Even if I didn’t mean to be. I’m sorry.” She fell silent, fingers of her free hand fiddling with the buttons of Kit’s shirt near her stomach, as if she could feel the unpleasant twisting of memory unfolding there. The muted touch chased away the disagreeableness and replaced it with far more enticing sensations. Sensations Kit was very much interested in pursuing, but the thoughtfulness in Jade’s expression made Kit think she wasn’t finished speaking.
“The day I met… Annie,” Jade stumbled over the name, as if unsure if it could be spoken. Kit was happy when the sound didn’t inspire any particular feelings beyond a vague irritation. “I was reading a text from you when I walked into the coffee shop. Don’t remember what it was about, but I do remember thinking that I missed you. I thought that a lot. And when I looked up; the way she was standing, the way her hair fell in her eyes… she looked like you. Little bit.” Jade gave a jerk of one shoulder, the small movement somehow conveying an entire year’s worth of chagrin.
“And then you told my about your crush—”
“Ugh,” Kit groaned, her hands flying to her face, accidentally knocking Jade’s aside. She missed the touch, but it was infinitely more important to press her heels against her eyes. It was the only way to stop the mortification from spreading. “That was so dumb, I’m sorry. I was the tit.”
Laughing, Jade tugged her hands away. “It wasn’t dumb, stop it. I thought… I thought it might be me and that was really exciting. And then I got worried. What if it was me? I’d never been anyone’s girlfriend before. What if I mucked it up?” Chewing on her bottom lip, Jade gave another hapless shrug. “Then I went and mucked it up.”
“You’re right. We’re both idiots.”
Smiling, Jade scooted down and propped one elbow up beside Kit, leaning her head against her fist. “Think that’s probably a fair assessment.”
In the light from the lamp, Kit was certain she had never seen anything prettier than Jade was, relaxed and grinning, only inches away. And she was absolutely sure she wanted nothing more than to get back to the kissing that had driven them away from Sorsha’s house and the party, all the way to the commune and Jade’s small but private abode.
There was one other tiny question bouncing around Kit’s brain, however, and she shouldn’t ask it, really, it wasn’t appropriate or important or—
“Did you think about me?” It tumbled out of her mouth before she could clamp her teeth down over it. Oh. Well. Shit.
Jade didn’t look appalled or affronted though; merely confused. That adorable little divot between her brows appeared. “I mean, yeah, of course? I missed you. A lot. Said that, didn’t I?”
Kit nodded because yes, definitely, nothing more needed to be said—“I meant, uh, you said she, Annie… um… looked like me? So, I was just wondering—” no, no, you should stop wondering this Kit “—if you maybe…” Kit trailed off, finally veering off the road she was pretty sure she shouldn’t be driving down.
The confusion on Jade’s face morphed into a stunned blankness and yeah, Kit, what did you expect, you just asked if she imagined her girlfriend was you, of course she’s—
Jade’s cheeks flushed a deep, dark red, her head dipped, her eyes dropped away and—
“Oh my god, Jade Claymore!” Kit exclaimed as an almost overpowering wave of delight rushed through her brain, as if she’d slammed back four shots, one after the other.
It was Jade’s turn to cringe and try to shy away, ducking her face down into her bicep. “I know, it’s terrible! I didn’t mean—It was just once—I mean—it’s awful, I know!”
Each protest set off a giddy burst through Kit’s entire being; cackling, she twisted, throwing one leg over Jade, and rolling them so she was seated astride Jade’s waist. Her hands went to either side of Jade’s head; she felt Jade’s come up to her hips, steadying her, and each fingertip seemed to burn through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Let me be clear; I don’t care,” Kit proclaimed, admiring her current view. The brief exertion had Jade’s chest expanding, and the red blooming in her face trailed all the way down her neck and disappeared beneath the scoop of the tank. “In fact, sort of glad I gave her those flowers now.”
“Kiiiiit,” Jade admonished. There might have been more forthcoming, but she inhaled sharply when Kit placed two fingers on the dip of her throat and began to drag them, feather light, along the path of the blush. She traced ever so slightly beneath the hem of the neck and felt Jade go completely still beneath her.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, feeling like it was the most important question she had ever posed. And for once, as she caught and held Jade’s gaze, Kit wasn’t at all afraid of the answer.
She could see it, even before Jade’s series of eager nods, before Jade’s quiet, breathy, “Please.” She saw it in the way Jade looked at her and wondered how she had missed it in the first place.
Kit let her hands drift to the bottom of Jade’s tank top and slowly pushed the fabric up, letting her palms slide against each inch of warm skin as it was revealed. Tingles danced up her wrists into her arms and chest as she felt the tensing of Jade’s stomach beneath her touch. At her waist, Jade’s fingers dug and pulled, curling against the bone of Kit’s hip, pressing her further down into Jade’s lap.
She watched the way Jade’s eyes fluttered once Kit’s hands reached the band of her bra and stroked over the soft cups, returning more than once over the firm nub in the center. Kit was mesmerized by the way Jade’s breath shuddered out, the way her neck stretched as she pressed back into the pillow. The entire length of Kit’s body was heat, as if it were molten lava flowing through her veins instead of blood.
It seemed like hardly any time before one of Jade’s hands fumbled up to take hold of one of hers. Kit froze, felt her muscles lock at the thought of having done something wrong, but then Jade was dragging her hand to the button of her jeans with another heavy, “Please.”
While Kit scrambled to do as asked, Jade attacked the line of buttons to Kit’s shirt with a dexterity Kit would have marveled at if she had been able to maintain a single solitary thought in her head.
Instead, driven by the symphony of their panting breaths and the combined feel of Jade’s jeans parting, the wetness against Kit’s fingers and the tug of her own shirt from her shoulders, the brush of Jade’s hands over her breasts, Kit had only one care in the entire world: the completion she could see Jade chasing, in the ragged desire on her face, in the stuttering roll of her hips, in the low, insistent moans that tore from her throat.
Jade’s hand spasmed once against her chest, then wrapped firmly around Kit’s shoulders to pull them tightly together while her body began to shudder and shiver.
Kit held on, buried her face in Jade’s shoulder, and groaned at the way the undulating movements had the seam of her own jeans rubbing perfectly along where she was most sensitive. She didn’t realize she was muttering “please, please, please” into Jade’s ear until she felt the hot press of Jade’s hand against her bare stomach, and then glide beneath her waistband. Only a few ruts later and Kit’s body was echoing the tremors and quakes of Jade’s.
They laid together, breaths heavy and harsh, forms all but melting into each other. Kit felt boneless, vaguely wondered if she should move, if she was crushing Jade at all, but the other woman’s arms were still wrapped around her, still holding her in place.
So, she figured it was probably fine.
When Kit felt like her breathing had steadied and there was at least some feeling returning to her fingers and toes, she lifted her head to find Jade waiting for her, lips upturned.
“Hi,” Jade whispered.
“Hi,” Kit whispered back, rubbing their noses together slightly. Jade raised up slightly, enough for a gentle, sweet, kiss.
“Wait until you hear about what I thought about in the shower.”