Page 17 of Frozen Hearts

“You’re feeling pretty bossy. I was just giving you a chance to rest,” Willow grinned, she didn’t move. Mel held up a hand and crooked one finger into a come hither motion. Willow’s core couldn’t resist the urge to pull her forward.

Willow slid onto the bed beside Mel. She was surprised when Mel’s hands cupped her face. The gesture was almost too sweet, too intimate. Willow allowed herself to be pulled in for another kiss. She felt Mel’s efforts to pull down her pants and helped by bridging her hips. Her underwear, she took care of herself. Mel’s skin was soft against her own. It had been a long time since she’d been with someone like this. Her mind started to overthink whether she was rushing into something, but Mel’s kiss washed the thoughts away.

Mel didn’t skimp on nipple play. Her fingers toyed with Willow’s nipples, pinching them hard then loosening her grip. Mel palmed Willow’s nipples softly, almost driving her crazy. Willow took the opportunity to spend more time with Mel’s breasts. She placed a hardened nipple into her mouth and sucked. Mel cried out and positioned her body to give Willow more access. Willow gave the nipple another powerful suck.

Mel allowed her hand to glide down Willow’s torso. Mel smiled when she felt the wetness between Willow’s legs. She slid two fingers inside Willow and watched for her reaction. Willow allowed her head to hang back a bit, her mouth opened slightly. Mel thrust inside her again, harder this time. She began making the motion rhythmic curling her fingers as she went. Willow’s moans grew louder. Mel placed her thumb against Willow’s clit. Willow couldn’t stop the build up of pleasure inside of her. Willow’s body was like a coil waiting to unravel. Mel’s thumb brushed her clit one final time. The touch was so gentle that if Willow’s body hadn’t been ready to release, she might not have felt it at all. But Mel knew what she was doing. One small soft touch and Willow plummeted off her cliff. The orgasm was so powerful she fell back onto the bed, her hips slightly in the air. Mel’s fingers thrust inside her one last time, strengthening the orgasm. Her thumb continued to press against her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

It was strange laying in bed with her body pressed against Mel’s. Just hours ago she’d been convinced that she could barely stand Mel as a person. Since lunch, Mel had driven her around searching for her lost dog, given her a flannel shirt to stay warm, helped her cook dinner, and given her some of the best sex Willow had ever experienced. It would seem anything could change over the course of six hours.

“I like this much better than us hating one another,” Mel sighed. Her fingers stroked along the soft skin of Willow’s arm.

“Mmm, me too,” Willow agreed.

“You know we never ate dinner,” Mel laughed.

“Are you hungry?” Willow asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“I could eat. Of course, I have a lot of options as far as what I could eat.” Willow wrapped her arms around Mel and pulled her closer. Mel laughed.

“You can eat me after dinner if you still want to,” Mel teased.

“Ugh, have it your way,” Willow laughed.

They rolled out of the bed and threw clothes back on. Willow wasn’t fully invested in eating, but she did enjoy sipping her wine and watching Mel eat. Willow watched the movement of Mel’s mouth as she smiled at her across the table, and felt a pang between her legs. Willow wondered what would come next for them.

“So do you often go from hating people to having sex with them?” Mel asked with a grin.

“Of course. You wouldn’t believe how many people I have to pick fights with just to keep myself satisfied,” Willow smirked.

“I bet. Sounds exhausting,” Mel said.

“Oh, it is. But I think the results speak for themselves,” Willow laughed.

“I don’t want to ruin this moment of you not hating me. But what do we do now?” Mel asked.

“We eat dinner. Then I guess we decide if we want to have sex again,” Willow stated simply. She didn’t want to over complicate anything. She and Mel were both adults and this could be whatever they made it.

“Okay. But I mean what is this?”

“What is what?” Willow asked. Mel simply gestured to the space between the two of them.

“I don’t know this. What is this? Earlier today I had to beg you for a truce. Now we’re having post-sex dinner. Is that not a little strange?”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Willow offered with a grin. She thought better of her coyness and decided on a more upfront approach.

“I don’t know what it means. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re two consenting adults that had a shared moment together,” Willow said simply.

Mel nodded her head but Willow could tell she was less than pleased with the answer. She didn’t know whether she should press into Mel or give her a moment to process. Willow studied Mel from across the table. Mel slid her chair back from the table and it made a loud scraping noise. They both cringed when they heard it. Mel took her plate to the sink and washed it off. Willow would normally have told her not to bother, but she guessed it was second nature for Mel after working at the cafe.

“I think I’m going to head home. Thank you for dinner,” Mel announced politely.

“You don’t have to rush off,” Willow said, she tried her best to add some warmth to her tone.

“I need to let Mase out. And this night is going to be a lot to process,” Mel explained. Willow forced her face not to slide into a frown.

“That’s fair. Do you at least want to exchange numbers?” Willow asked.

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