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The September light was too bright for how little sleep Lucy had got. She had been even more restless than usual in the night, and every time she jolted awake, her first thought was today. Ona was coming today.
They had a regular cadence for their visits now, weeks apart collapsing into days together. A steady rhythm of airports and Ubers, hellos and goodbyes. Each time they came together again, their connection lit up between them, two magnets snapping together, a circuit completed.
Now, Lucy moved through her flat like a pinball, too full of energy to sit still. She set her phone down, then picked it up again. Scrolled through messages she'd already read. She'd tidied the flat, and then started over again rearranging the same stack of papers, fluffing the same cushions, before realising she'd forgotten to eat breakfast.
The kettle boiled. Lucy reached for a mug, then stopped halfway-- was that a knock? She paused, listening. Nothing. The air in her chest escaped as she laughed at herself.
"Get a grip," she muttered.
Then it came for real.
The knock, soft but unmistakable, just after ten.
Lucy padded to the door in her socks. For twenty minutes she'd been pacing, and now--
She opened the door.
There Ona stood. Travel-tousled hair clipped back loosely, an oversized tan hoodie layered over a striped shirt. Her rucksack hung off one shoulder.
Her face lit up as soon as their eyes met.
"Lucy! Hola!" Ona greeted, smile blooming wide.
Lucy stepped forward, reaching her arms out, and Ona melted into her.
Lucy's hand curled into the back of Ona's hoodie, anchoring herself. Ona's face pressed into Lucy's shoulder. A moment of bone-deep connection.
They pulled apart enough to let Ona inside. Her bag dropped by the door. They drifted into the living room. Lucy didn't need to offer the sofa; Ona curled right up in her usual corner, knees tucked beneath her. Her trainers kicked off on the way. The hoodie was hanging half off one shoulder. Lucy sat on the other end and eyed her, loving the way Ona always fit so easily into her space.
"What?" Ona asked, smiling crookedly.
"Nothing. You just look..."
She trailed off. Ona raised an eyebrow.
"Comfortable," Lucy finished.
Ona tilted her head. "It feels good to be here again." she said. "Being with you always feels so good, cari." She heard her own words back and laughed a little, waggling her eyebrows.
Lucy laughed too. "You can't just say things like that."
"Why not?" Ona teased, voice light. "It's true..."
"You know what it does to me."
"¿Qué?"
Lucy narrowed her eyes, and Ona's grin spread wider. There was no point trying to win against her like this.
The space between them didn't last long. Lucy reached, tugging at the loose sleeve of Ona's hoodie, pulling her closer. Ona didn't resist. She slid across the cushions until their thighs touched, then shifted again, tucking one leg beneath her and moving to face Lucy head-on.
Lucy brushed a strand of hair back from Ona's cheek, fingers lingering. Ona's breath caught, almost imperceptible, but enough.
The first kiss was slow. Testing. Lucy leaned in to it, catching Ona's lower lip lightly, waiting to feel her push back. And Ona did-- hungry and certain as always.
The kiss deepened quickly. Heat sparking. Lucy's hand slid into Ona's hair, tugging it loose from the clip, while Ona's fingers traced along the edge of Lucy's jaw, then down to grip at her shoulders, pulling her closer still.
The kisses grew messier, filled with the delicious strength of their connection after weeks of absence. Lucy's hand slid down to Ona's waist. Ona shifted, throwing one leg over Lucy's lap, straddling Lucy as she pressed forward, eager.
Lucy's hands went instinctively to Ona's hips, holding her steady, pulling her in. Ona started a slow grind, pressing down enough to make Lucy gasp into her mouth.
Every time they broke for breath, they found each other in different ways-- Ona nipping at Lucy's ear, sharp teeth followed by the soothing stroke of her tongue. Lucy trailed a line of kisses down the corner of Ona's mouth to her jaw, then back up again.
"Dios, Lucy," Ona murmured eventually, her accent deeper in a way that made Lucy's whole body tighten with wanting.
"Yeah?" Lucy managed, her voice unsteady.
"You kiss like you're starving for it."
Lucy laughed breathlessly. "I am."
It went on, time blurring. Finally, they pulled apart, both flushed, both staring, lips red, swollen, and damp. Ona rested her forehead against Lucy's, noses brushing. Lucy walked her fingers up Ona's ribs.
"Better?" Ona whispered.
Lucy's smile bloomed. "Getting there."
Her hands slid lower on Ona's waist, tightening, and then, before Ona could react, she rose in one fluid motion, lifting them both off the sofa. Ona gave a startled laugh, legs closing tight around Lucy's hips, her arms looping around Lucy's shoulders.
"Ay, Lucy!" she half-gasped, half-laughed. "Don't hurt yourself!" But her laughter turned to a moan when Lucy ignored her to press her lips to the side of her throat, sucking insistently at her pulse.
For a moment Lucy held Ona there, savoring the weight of her, the full press of Ona's body against her own. Then, with deliberate slowness, she set Ona back on her feet and reached for her hand. "Come on."
When they entered the bedroom, Lucy turned to face Ona, who stood in the middle of the room, suddenly still.
It felt different now. No travel bag between them, no small talk. Just the two of them, together again.
Lucy stepped forward and touched Ona's wrist.
"You're not too tired?"
Ona shook her head, and quietly said, "I've been waiting for this."
Her fingers curled into Lucy's shirt, and Lucy let herself be pulled in.
This kiss was familiar. They moved into it like a known shape. Like coming home. Lucy's hands found Ona's waist again, Ona's fingers tangled and scratched at the nape of her neck. The rhythm between them built, one breath at a time.
When Lucy pulled back, her eyes searched Ona's. "Okay?"
"Yes. Please."
They undressed each other without ceremony. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't tentative either. There was history in every touch: fingers tracing over the familiar, beloved lines of Ona's tattoos, the ticklish patch at the base of Lucy's ribs skirted without needing to ask. Ona laughed when Lucy muttered a curse at the tangle of her necklace chain caught in her shirt. Lucy exhaled when Ona pressed a kiss to her fingertips and then skimmed them with featherlight care over the scars on her knee.
They fell into the bed together. Skin against skin. Nothing between them now.
Lucy kissed along Ona's collarbone, slow and deliberate. Then she shifted down the bed, trailing her hand along Ona's side, fingertips light as breath. She kissed a line across Ona's ribs, then lower, until she reached the gentle dip of Ona's waist. Her mouth lingered there, nosing gently against the soft skin of her belly, before she pressed a wet kiss on the curve of her hip, sucking, lightly first, then deeper, a red circle rising under her lips. When Ona moaned, Lucy couldn't help herself and bit down, teeth tugging at that same patch of skin.
Ona's hand slid into Lucy's hair.
"Lucy," she murmured, her voice thick.
Lucy looked up, catching Ona's eyes. "Too much?"
"No. Don't stop."
So Lucy didn't. She nosed further down, slow and deliberate, her palms spreading across Ona's thighs as she kissed along the inside of one. Ona shifted beneath her, opening up in invitation.
When Lucy finally leaned in and ran her tongue over her, Ona's gasp caught hard in her throat.
Lucy took her time. Long, unhurried licks. Gentle pressure. Letting Ona's body guide her. Her hands slipped beneath Ona's thighs to hold her in place a little, anchoring her and tilting her hips forward as she flicked her tongue, shallow at first, gently tracing the edges of her, then firmer, faster, narrowing in with suction and pressure where Ona needed her and coaxing her forward.
Ona's hips arched. "Sí... així..." she moaned. Right there.
Lucy smiled against her, moving one hand down from her hip to spread her open wide with thumb and forefinger. Lucy's tongue circled slowly, deliberately between her own fingers. Looping along towards the sides and then circling in more tightly again. Ona, balanced on the edge, cried out. Her hands gripped hard in Lucy's hair, pulling a bit.
Lucy stopped teasing and fit her lips to where Ona needed her most. She sucked softly there, and then again, firmer. When she flicked her tongue firmly and sucked hard a third time, Ona came: hips rising, lips parted, a cry of Lucy's name escaping her throat.
Lucy savored the moment and licked her through it. Slower now. Gentle. A few soft kisses, the press of her cheek against Ona's inner thigh. Ona's legs twitched; her hand loosened in Lucy's hair.
"Dios," Ona murmured, panting. "I forgot how good you are at that."
Lucy laughed and crawled back up the bed. "Forgot?" she teased. "That's rude."
"Ay, I'm overwhelmed," Ona said, "Give me a minute."
Lucy smiled gently then, and settled down beside Ona, eyes tracing her face, heart full. "Take your time."
Ona lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Eventually, once her pulse settled, she turned her head to the side and squinted over at Lucy as though evaluating something. Then, she pushed forward. She rolled Lucy onto her back and straddled her hips, her expression much more alert than it had been a minute ago.
She leaned down and kissed Lucy.
Lucy let out a low sound in her throat as Ona's tongue swept inside. Her hands slid instinctively up Ona's thighs, stroking the firm length of her legs and then gripping her just below the curve of her hips. The skin was smooth there, muscles flexing beneath.
Ona moved slowly and deliberately, kissing wet and fast and messy one minute, then pulling back even as Lucy chased her lips, shifting her weight to grind against Lucy, then stilling her hips and trailing her fingertips across Lucy's body. Teasing. Her mouth mapped a hot path down Lucy's neck, sucking at her pulse point until Lucy's hips shifted up again in search of contact.
"Slow, cariño," Ona whispered, lips brushing against Lucy's collarbone. "I want to enjoy you."
And she meant it. She sat back on her heels again, trailing her hands across Lucy's chest, over the curve of her breasts, first using the flat of her palm and then circling and thumbing at each nipple until it tightened beneath her touch. Lucy arched into the pressure, head tipping back against the pillows, a flush rising down her neck.
"Ah, fuck, Ona..."
Ona was focused now, eyes dark and fixed on every reaction she drew. She let her fingers circle lightly once more, and then closed them tightly around Lucy's nipples in a solid pinch, increasing the pressure slowly until Lucy gasped. Then she shifted off Lucy and leaned down again, her mouth replacing her hands-- tongue flicking lightly over one nipple until it was tight and rigid. Ona closed her lips around it, sucking slow and deep, each pull deliberate, her tongue rolling against the sensitive peak.
The sensations shot straight through Lucy, sharp at first, then melting into a deep ache that tugged deep. It was intense, every nerve ending keyed into the pull of Ona's mouth. Lucy's back arched, her body chasing that pressure and heat.
Lucy groaned, low and breathless, and Ona's palm dragged a lazy path down Lucy's torso. Her hips jerked when Ona's knowing fingers finally slid between her thighs.
"So wet for me," Ona murmured, voice rough with satisfaction.
"Have been," Lucy breathed.
Ona's touch didn't falter. She parted Lucy gently, found her with two fingers and rubbed back and forth, feeling all of her, before shifting to slow circles that made Lucy whimper, head tossing slightly side to side. Ona's fingers grew slick and bold, gliding with every movement. She dipped inside carefully, watching Lucy's face, then curled her fingers in, finding a spot that made Lucy's eyes snap to hers.
"There," Ona said, softly. "There you are."
Lucy's hands clenched tight. Her breath was coming faster now, her body rolling into Ona's rhythm as Ona worked her open with careful pressure, stroking her from the inside, thumb circling outside in tandem.
She leaned down, and put her mouth near Lucy's ear, licking the lobe lightly. "You look so good like this," she whispered. "Flushed, wanting... Mine."
"Yours," Lucy gasped, "Yes." Her fingers found Ona's hip, digging in. "Fuck, Ona. Don't stop--"
"I won't."
And she didn't. She kept her hand steady, mouth pressing kisses to Lucy's jaw, her neck, her collarbone, until Lucy's body began to tighten beneath her. Air caught in her throat, and then she broke, moaning Ona's name as she came hard, back arching, muscular thighs clenching around Ona's wrist.
Ona slowed her touch, easing her down gently, until Lucy was shuddering with aftershocks and pulling her in close.
When Lucy finally blinked her eyes open again, flushed and a bit dazed, Ona was watching her with quiet devotion. She brushed damp hair back from Lucy's forehead and kissed her lightly there.
Afterwards, they lay tangled together, the duvet pulled lazily over their legs. Ona's head rested on Lucy's chest. Lucy's hand traced slow patterns across her back.
Neither of them spoke for a while. The steady rise and fall of Lucy's breathing, the warmth of her skin against Ona's own-- it said enough.
Then Lucy let her fingers wander down from Ona's back to her side, teasing at a ticklish spot.
Ona yelped, twisting and batting her hand away. "¡Ay, basta!"
Lucy grinned and went right back in.
Ona wriggled, laughing, and finally gained enough leverage to turn the tables. She dug her fingers into Lucy's own ribs on the counterattack, and Lucy let out a helpless bark of laughter at the touch, legs thrashing. Ona straddled her hips to get the advantage, her hair falling into Lucy's face as she tickled both sides of her ribs now, mercilessly.
They tussled for a bit back and forth, until Lucy muscled herself back on top of Ona, pinning Ona's arms above her head as she stilled them both, moving their energy from playful back to tender, lips brushing the edge of Ona's temple as the fight drained away.
"Loca," Ona whispered, smiling up at her. "Love you."