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They left the flat just as the sun was dipping behind the rooftops, throwing orange light across the rows of terraced houses. They walked side by side down quiet streets, past corner shops with flickering lights and couples spilling out of pubs. The warmth of summer hadn't entirely left the air, but there was a breeze now, cool against them. Lucy pulled the hood of her jacket up and bumped their shoulders together gently. Ona reached over and laced their fingers together.
It was easy, this. Quiet. Unremarkable in the best way.
"Why is it," Ona murmured, "that you always walk so fast?"
"I'm just taller than you."
"Not that much taller." But the way Ona had to tilt her head to meet Lucy's eyes told a different story.
"I'm also long-legged." Lucy added, keeping her pace steady, their joined hands swinging slightly between them.
Ona squeezed her hand. "I think you're just competitive."
Lucy turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "So are you."
"Not tonight," Ona said with a little smile. "Tonight I just want to hold your hand and eat noodles."
Lucy squeezed Ona's hand in return. "We can make that happen."
They queued at a tiny spot Lucy liked-- Thai, cash-only, delicious enough that people in the neighbourhood didn't mind the grumpy man behind the counter. Lucy ordered for them both, and Ona kept her head down while they waited, the bill of the ballcap Lucy had loaned her shadowing her face. A few people glanced their way, but no one's eyes lingered. When their food came, Lucy tucked the bag under one arm and reached for Ona's hand again, the familiarity of it like muscle memory.
They didn't speak much on the way home as they walked, side by side, watching the sky as it darkened into indigo.
Back in the flat, they kicked off their shoes and collapsed onto the rug in the living room. The food bag crinkled as Lucy set it down on the floor between them, the smell already seeping out: basil, garlic, heat.
Ona had got the noodles she'd wanted, while Lucy went for a curry, but within minutes Ona's fork had wandered.
"Wow," she said, swallowing her bite of Lucy's dish. "This is heaven."
Lucy just rolled her eyes and slid the carton closer.
Music played low from a speaker in the corner, running through an old playlist Lucy had put on. It drifted from indie ballads to R&B to a classic Mecano track, and Ona's fork paused mid-air.
"Ay, I haven't heard it in years, but I love this song!" Ona said, voice soft with surprise.
Lucy smiled. "You played it in the car that first time I visited you in Manchester. Right when I was just starting to realise this could be something serious. You sang every word. It stuck."
Ona didn't respond at first. Just stared at Lucy. Then she leaned across the containers, took Lucy's face in both hands, and kissed her with a quiet intensity.
When they finally pulled back, Lucy moved their food to the side and tugged Ona into her lap. She let her fingers slide under the hem of Ona's sweatshirt, fingertips pressing into her back.
Their kisses were a slow deep build. Ona rocked her hips down and drew a groan from Lucy's throat. Lucy responded by spreading both hands flat against Ona's back and pressing in, guiding her movements, making her rock closer, firmer.
"Mm," Ona murmured, lips brushing Lucy's ear. "No matter how many times, I always want more from you."
It was tangled limbs and tugged fabric and desperate mouths. It was Lucy biting Ona's bottom lip a little too hard and Ona gasping, thighs tightening around Lucy's hips. It was strength meeting strength: Ona shifting off of Lucy and pulling her down. Lucy moving on top of Ona, arms caging her in. Ona arching up into every inch of contact with Lucy, tugging sharp at Lucy's hair along the base of her neck.
It was messy.
Lucy loved it.
Clothes disappeared in pieces, tossed away without care. Lucy used her muscle mass to press Ona into her plush rug, their laughter echoing as their bodies tangled. Ona shifted under her, hips arching, one leg hooked around Lucy's waist, pulling her close.
They kissed until they were both breathless, mouths slipping into a slower rhythm. As they kissed, Lucy's hips fell into a rhythm too, shifting forward and back, pressing into Ona, body seeking a particular pattern of pressure and release. Ona legs had fallen wide beneath her, making space for Lucy, and one hand had settled low on Lucy's back, pulling her close and feeling the rhythm as Lucy shifted forward and back, forward and back. Lucy pulled away a little then, eyes searching.
"Do you want...?" Lucy murmured, letting the unfinished question hang as she rocked forward again, pressing deliberately into the space between Ona's spread thighs.
Ona's answer was immediate, a sharp nod and a whispered, "Yes. Dios, yes." Her thighs tightened around Lucy's hips.
Lucy grinned, kissed her once more, then eased back. "Touch yourself while I get it?"
A flush rushed to Ona's cheeks, but she didn't hesitate. As Lucy pushed herself to her feet, Ona's hand slid down her own stomach, fingers slipping between her legs. The first touch made her gasp, hips rising, her whole body aching with impatience. Lucy stared, and then tore herself away, padding down the hall in her socks.
The sound of the drawer slamming back shut reached Ona as she worked herself over. She knew exactly how good what was coming would feel and even just the thought of it made her skin flush hot.
When Lucy returned, she carried a sleek double-headed toy they both loved, as well as a small bottle of lube and a towel. She set everything down on the rug before kneeling between Ona's knees. Her gaze catching again on the restless motion of Ona's hand.
"That's it," she said, voice rough. "Don't stop just because I'm here."
Ona whimpered, a strangled sound, but obeyed, a rush of heat flooding her chest as she continued to move under Lucy's eyes. She'd craved this-- Lucy's eyes on her, Lucy knowing her, Lucy wanting her like this-- for weeks. "I missed you so much," Ona whispered, her hand quickening. "Missed this. Want you inside me."
Lucy leaned in then, kissing her hard and dirty, and then kneeled back up, reaching for the lube. She slicked the smaller end of the toy and guided it into herself with a sharp inhale. Brain a little fuzzy with the force of her desire. The weight of the toy settled deep in her, the stretch tugging in the best of ways, and the connection it promised made her stomach tighten with anticipation. She grabbed the lube again and slicked the other end, fist sliding smoothly. Ona watched, transfixed, her own hand still moving between her legs.
"Ready?" Lucy asked once she'd steadied her breath and dried her hand on the towel, looking into Ona's eyes.
Ona nodded, biting her lip. Every nerve in her body felt strung taut, waiting.
Lucy traced Ona's lips with her thumb, tugging at and freeing the skin she'd been biting. Then she kissed Ona again as she guided the longer end of the toy to her with her other hand. "Breathe, love," she murmured as she started to push in slowly and deliberately, inch by inch.
Ona's breath split into a ragged moan. Her back arched, fingers pressing hard into Lucy's shoulders. The slow glide filled her completely, stretching her open, warmth blooming. Every nerve seemed to light up at once, sensation flooding across her. Every inch of skin felt sensitive, hot and cold and tight.
Lucy moved deliberately then, her hips rolling into an even rhythm. Each thrust pressed them together, breasts flattening against breasts, mouths brushing intermittently. The toy bound them into a single flow of motion, Lucy groaning softly with every push, Ona breathing deep beneath her.
Ona's hands roamed restlessly, gripping Lucy's waist, then her shoulders, then sliding down to grab at her ass, feeling the strength and flex there as Lucy moved. Heat radiated through her, an ache so all-consuming it felt like her whole body was burning up with it, vibrating with need.
"Más," she gasped. "More, please, Lucy."
Lucy obliged, deepening her strokes without losing the steady rhythm. She kissed Ona through her moans, wet, open-mouthed kisses, meeting every gasp with her lips, chasing the heat between them.
Ona's free hand slid between them again, finding her clit. The double sensation of Lucy's slow, deep movements and the frantic circles of her own fingers, made her whole body jerk. Her hips rose, chasing it, skin slick with sweat and need. The pressure wound tighter and tighter, every movement sparking another wave of heat.
Lucy shifted, freeing one hand to pinch at Ona's breast. She ran the tip of her thumb over Ona's nipple feeling the slight roughness there, before pinching again, harder this time. Ona moaned. Lucy traced her fingertips down Ona's body. She reached between them, then, feeling how wet Ona was, spread open around the toy. Lucy's fingers traced lightly over the sensitive skin there. Then she let her fingers slip over Ona's own where they circled her clit. Through it all, her hips kept up the rhythm, stroking deep and firm, again and again. "There, cariño. That's it. Right there."
Ona started cursing: "Lucía, merda, fuck!" and her orgasm hit in a rush, shuddering through her. Her thighs clamped around Lucy's hips as the waves rolled through her. The nails of her free hand raked down Lucy's back, leaving hot trails across her skin.
Lucy held tight to Ona, but didn't stop moving, didn't stop touching her. She slowed her pace , kissing her everywhere she could reach: her mouth, her cheek, the damp curve of her neck. Then she followed her mouth with softly stroking fingertips, tracing gentle patterns along her eyebrows, and chin, and across her collarbones. Ona's fingers slid up Lucy's neck and curled into Lucy's hair. She was still a little overwhelmed, holding Lucy close as though she couldn't let go.
Lucy whispered against her skin, "You are so beautiful, Ona. I love you so much. Te amo. Siempre te tengo."
When Ona came back to an awareness of anything beyond the overwhelmingly delicious high of coming like that, Lucy was still inside her. Lucy's hips shifting in small unconscious motions as she kissed Ona's temple and continued whispering soft words of love. Ona's body felt heavy and loose, but her mind sparked awake when she eventually cottoned on to the tight restraint in the shallow thrusts of Lucy's hips, how Lucy was holding back from seeking her own pleasure, but clearly close to losing it.
Ona slid a hand down Lucy's side, lingering at her hip, then shoved gently. Lucy leaned back enough to look at her.
"Huh?" she asked, voice low and rough.
Ona pushed again, until Lucy pulled out, and then Ona rolled them, landing on top, knees bracketing Lucy's hips. She pressed her hands to Lucy's chest, fingertips rolling Lucy's nipples roughly as she leaned forward, hair falling over them in a dark curtain.
Lucy tipped her head back against the rug and groaned. "Bossy."
"Confident," Ona corrected, dipping to steal a kiss.
Her tongue flicked in teasingly, then teeth tugged at Lucy's lower lip before she sat back up, reaching between them and lowering herself onto the toy again. The shift of her hips drove the smaller end deeper into Lucy, and the half gasp, half groan sound Lucy made lit a fire low in Ona's stomach.
"You're enjoying this," Lucy managed.
"Obviamente," Ona said. She smiled down at Lucy. "Look how beautiful you are. You, amor, are very easy to enjoy."
Her hands slid slowly over Lucy's body as her hips moved back and forth, fingertips tracing along Lucy's ribs, over her stomach, then lower, brushing at the sensitive skin of her clit. Lucy arched into her touch, but Ona only teased, her fingers tracing feather-light over Lucy, hips circling slowly.
"Faster," Lucy said, almost daring. "Do it."
Instead, Ona shook her head. "No."
Lucy stilled, chest rising and falling under Ona, eyes locked with hers. The challenge there softened into anticipation.
Ona leaned down further, mouthing at Lucy's throat, still moving her hips slowly, dropping a kiss into the hollow at the base of Lucy's neck, lingering between her breasts before turning her head and sucking hard at one nipple. Her mouth left wet, claiming marks everywhere it landed. Lucy's breath caught at every stop, the tension in her winding tighter with each press of Ona's lips.
Ona settled back on her heels. Lucy groaned at the visual as Ona began to move her hips in earnest, pace still deliberate, but rolling and grinding down firm against Lucy. The toy shifted between them, pulling inside Lucy. Lucy's hands reached for Ona's hips, trying to pull her in faster, but Ona pushed her away and kept the rhythm deliberately slow.
"Please," Lucy gasped as she clenched her hands fruitlessly. "I need more. Please, Ona."
Ona's smile went wicked. She leaned forward, one hand bracing against Lucy's shoulder while the other slid low again, fingertips circling Lucy's clit. Her touch was light: pressing, stroking, dragging in soft, maddening loops. Teasing but never letting up.
"Oh..." Lucy moaned, "Oh... like that." Lucy's hips rose, body tuned in to every movement of Ona's fingers. Each press sent sparks through her, nerves lighting up.
Ona's fingertips flicked, slid, and circled again, finally settling into a firmer rhythm that matched the shifts of her hips, the light stretch of the toy inside Lucy ramping all the sensations up.
Lucy's back arched, a low groan catching in her throat. Every press of Ona's fingers against her left Lucy gasping, trembling, right on the edge.
"Dime lo que quieres," Ona murmured, voice husky, as her fingers moved in firm, precise circles, until Lucy could barely think beyond the coil of fire tightening inside her.
"I want--" Lucy gasped. "You-- please, just, please-- like that, just-- faster?"
Ona obeyed, driving Lucy out of her mind.
When Lucy finally came, it passed through her in a long, shuddering wave. She cried out, back arching as the climax rolled through, bringing along trembling aftershocks.
Ona kept her there, lingering, still stroking with her fingertips even as the spasms eased, letting Lucy ride the last threads of pleasure. Once Lucy lay still, looking boneless and utterly sated, Ona lifted herself off the toy and gently eased the other end out of Lucy, too, Lucy gasping at the feel of it. Setting it aside to be cleaned later, Ona leaned down, lips finding Lucy's again, soft and warm, letting her melt into the kiss.
They traded soft kisses for a bit, until Lucy finally murmured, "You don't play fair," still looking a bit dazed.
"¿Por qué?" Ona teased, lips brushing hers again.
"Because now I can't feel my legs and you look too pleased with yourself."
"But I am pleased," Ona said, stretching out alongside and on top of Lucy. "Why shouldn't I be?" Then she kissed Lucy again, good and slow, until Lucy gave a helpless little sigh against her mouth, ceding the point.
The kiss tapered off, and for a long moment, neither moved. The room was warm, the food containers forgotten, a low song still playing from the speaker by the window. The night felt wide and full and untouchable.
Then Lucy squinted and tried to roll them, but Ona laughed and held firm.
"Oh no," Ona said, laughing. "Don't even try."
"I'm not trying anything," Lucy lied.
"You can't even sit up properly--"
"Watch me."
What followed was a bit of a clumsy tangle of limbs and laughter, that ended with Ona still on top of Lucy, holding her down more firmly with playful ease, as she rubbed her face into Lucy's neck like a cat.
Lucy huffed. "I let you win." But she was so relaxed there was no bite to it, even in jest.
"Mmhm." Ona raised up a bit to kiss her again, short and firm. "You can try again in the morning."
Lucy pulled Ona even closer, so she was fully draped over Lucy again. "I will."
They both fell quiet for a while, the only sounds the low hum of the music and their breath slowing in sync. Outside, the wind had picked up slightly.
Lucy traced lazy circles on Ona's bare hip with her fingertips. Then stretched her arm enough to tug a blanket down from the couch so she could wrap them into a cocoon of warmth.
This, this was the bit they'd keep.
They stayed sprawled across the rug for a long time, until after the music had looped back to the beginning, and the curry had gone cold.
"You know what?" Lucy said, still flat on her back, eyes closed.
"Hm?"
"I feel really good."
Ona tipped her head up, chin resting on Lucy's chest as she gazed at Lucy's face. "Good because we had sex on your living room floor?"
Lucy laughed. "No, I mean... well, yes. But also just... you and me here. All of it."
Ona kissed her collarbone. "Me too."
A few more minutes passed in comfortable silence, the playlist drifting into something acoustic and gentle, and Lucy's breaths settling into something slow and even, eyes relaxing closed. Then Ona wrinkled her nose. "The food is going to go bad if we leave it out."
"Don't care." Lucy mumbled, eyes still shut, half-asleep.
"You'll care tomorrow when you don't have leftovers of your favourite curry."
"Thatsa future Lucy problem."
Ona poked her ribs. "I'm not cleaning it up."
Lucy cracked one eye open, still feeling slow and sleepy. "Y'don't have to."
"But then who will?" Ona shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at Lucy properly.
"Why're we still talking?" Lucy grumbled, reluctantly climbing back towards alertness.
"Because you are being lazy, mi amor." Ona's fingers traced idle patterns across Lucy's stomach as she said it, softening the accusation.
"I just had incredible sex." Lucy protested, yawning adorably before catching Ona's wandering hand and lacing their fingers together. "Lemme be a little lazy."
"We both just had incredible sex." Ona corrected, squeezing Lucy's hand.
They stayed cuddled there, neither willing to move first. Lucy could feel Ona breathing against her side, steady and sure. Outside, a siren wailed past, and wind lightly rattled the window frame. Inside, wrapped in their blanket cocoon, Lucy and Ona were warm and still.
Finally, Ona sighed and pushed herself up. "You're impossible," she muttered, but she was smiling.
"Lucky me," Lucy replied, shifting and blinking up at her, "you keep coming back."
Ona gathered the containers without answering, but Lucy caught the pleased curve of her mouth before she padded into the kitchen. Lucy watched her go, admiring the view, then called out, "Since you're up, can you bring water?"
"Absolutely not," Ona called back.
"Please?"
"Get it yourself!"
Lucy smiled and settled back into the rug. Sure enough, when Ona returned a moment later, she was carrying two full glasses.
"You're the best," Lucy shifted up to sit in their blanket nest, accepting one of the glasses and holding an arm out for Ona.
"I know," Ona replied, and she settled down beside Lucy.