Page 102 of Windlass

She stirred, neck stiff, and opened her eyes to darkness. A few blinks let her adjust to the ambient starlight streaming in through the windows, but without much moon the illumination was weak. Her brain panicked until it recognized the shape of the furniture before her body had time to join in. Ivy’s house. Stevie.

Someone had draped a blanket over her shoulders. Holding it close for warmth, she sat up yawning and asked, “How long?”

“Dunno. I dozed off, too. So much for games.” Stevie also had a blanket draped over her. “Adulthood, man.”

“I probably drooled on your vest.”

“Not my vest, but definitely my arm.” Stevie stretched as she spoke, tossing the blanket aside. “Bed?”

“Only if you carry me.”

“Are you serious?” asked Stevie.

“I wasn’t, but now I am.”

“We’ll die on the stairs.”

“I’ll do the stairs on my own if you do the rest.”

Stevie’s laugh softened the night, “Whatever you want, girl.”

“Up up,” Angie said imperiously. “Peasant.”

“I am not roleplaying with you right now.”

Angie swiveled to straddle Stevie, wrapping her legs around her waist. “Nowimplies a later.”

“If I don’t drop you.”

Angie looped her arms around Stevie’s neck and drew Stevie’s head into her cleavage. “Don’t drop me.”

“Mnmnn,” Stevie said.

Angie giggled at the vibration against her sternum. Watching Stevie try not to stare at her the whole evening had been delightful, melancholy aside. The way her eyes filled with longing. She shifted her hips, some of her sleepiness wearing off and the loneliness far away for now.

“Hold on.”

She did. Stevie rose, the blanket falling fully off her shoulders as she gripped Angie’s legs. Angie bit back another giggle. When she could stop her brain from overthinking things or running away entirely, anything seemed possible. Even this.

Stevie staggered at first, then figured out the balance of their bodies and headed roughly in the direction of the stairs all the while kissing whatever skin she could reach.

“Do you think Lil and Ivy did it in front of the fireplace?” she asked Stevie, refusing to slide off when they arrived at the first step.

“One hundred percent.”

“Do you—”

“I’d do almost anything you wanted, but . . .” Stevie lifted her head from Angie’s breasts to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to be thinking about Lilian and Ivy right now so that rules out fucking in front of the fire.”

“I mean, objectively speaking they’re both hot . . .” Angie let the sentence dangle, wondering if she could make Stevie blush enough for her to see it in the dark.

“On your feet, m’lady.”

“You said you wouldn’t roleplay.”

“Get upstairs.”

“You just want to watch my ass—”

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