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Lavender swung her body around so she was now straddling Diana’s legs, their pussies tight against each other. Lavender leaned forward, allowing Diana full access to her breasts. Lavender writhed on top of Diana as she circled her hips, and Diana knew exactly what she wanted.
In one fluid motion, Diana flipped Lavender around on the love seat and positioned herself in between Lavender’s long, smooth legs. Diana ran her hands up Lavender’s freshly shaven and lotioned legs, squeezing them every few seconds, from her calves to her thighs. When she got to the top of Lavender’s legs, she let her thumbs caress the edges of Lavender’s pussy, softly and slowly inching her way to her folds. She felt Lavender already slick and ready for her. She teased Lavender, running her thumb through the folds, dipping it inside her before running it back up to her clit where she circled around it.
Lavender bucked from underneath her and whimpered, “Please, I need you.”
Diana leaned down to kiss Lavender, darting her tongue in her mouth as she slipped two fingers inside Lavender. Diana heard Lavender’s breath hitch as Diana plunged her fingers inside as far as they’d go before arching them upward. The little gasp spurred her on, and she increased her pace, moving her fingers in and out.
“God, yes,” Lavender moaned and moved with the natural rhythm Diana had set.
Diana looked at her and how quickly and easily she let herself lose herself, and she envied Lavender’s ability to feel so deeply without holding herself back or second-guessing herself.
The last thing Diana saw before she lowered her head was Lavender arching her back even more as she ground herself against Diana’s hand. Diana trailed light kisses from Lavender’s belly down to her mound and finally to her clit. She gave herself two beats to simply inhale Lavender’s scent, a combination of warm, soft, airy, and something uniquely Lavender. After she couldn’t resist anymore, Diana planted her face between Lavender’s thighs, lapping her clit while her fingers still pressed inside her. Lavender squealed and gripped the edges of the couch before Diana felt Lavender’s oval fingernails scrape against her back and trailing up to tangle in her hair.
“Right there, that’s perfect,” Lavender moaned as she spread her legs even wider.
Diana took her fingers out and gripped Lavender’s inner thigh as her tongue made quick work of her clit. Diana squeezed Lavender’s thigh and pressed her thumb against Lavender’s soft skin before she reached up and grabbed Lavender’s right breast again. Her thumb teased Lavender’s nipple as she teased her clit with her tongue.
Diana could feel Lavender’s body tighten and coil before she felt Lavender’s release. Lavender screamed as her orgasm crashed wave after wave, “Oh fuck, Diana, yes!”
Much later, they lay entwined on the soft cushions, Diana's head on Lavender's shoulder, both of them breathing slowly back to normal. The candles had burned lower, casting dancing shadows across their skin, and the ocean sounds seemed both distant and intimate.
Diana traced lazy patterns on Lavender's skin, marveling at how right this felt despite how completely it had shattered everything she thought she knew about herself.
"We can't pretend this didn't happen," Diana said quietly, her voice hoarse from the intensity of what they'd shared.
Lavender's hand stroked through Diana's hair. "I wouldn't want to."
"The investigation?—"
"Will continue," Lavender finished. "We'll figure it out. Together."
Diana lifted her head to look at Lavender, seeing something in her expression that made her chest tighten. "Everything's changed."
"Yes," Lavender agreed, reaching up to trace Diana's cheek with gentle fingers. "Everything's changed."
4
Lavender woke feeling that today the houseboat's rhythm felt restless, matching the flutter beneath her ribs. Salt air drifted through the porthole she'd left cracked, carrying seabird calls and distant fog horns that usually grounded her but today felt insufficient against the memory of Diana's mouth on hers.
Saffron was curled up on the end of her bed.
Lavender's fingers found her lips, tracing where Diana had kissed her with such desperate hunger. The café's backroom, candles flickering, and the careful distance Diana maintained dissolving into something raw and necessary. Not a conquest but a surrender as Diana's walls cracked to reveal the woman underneath all that careful control.
The memory sent heat through her chest, complicated by everything it meant. Diana Marten, Phoenix Ridge's composed police chief, admitting she didn't know how to be human. The vulnerability in her voice when she'd confessed to carrying every unsolved case, every family she couldn't help.
When's the last time someone saw you?
The question had shattered something in Diana's expression, followed by that kiss that tasted like desperation and hope.
Lavender pulled herself from tangled quilts and padded barefoot across worn wooden floors. The boat swayed gently as she moved, a dance learned so thoroughly it had become unconscious.
Her phone buzzed against the galley counter. Text from Georgia Darricott:Community meeting went well. That police chief is different than expected.
Another from Corinne:Any word from your cop friend about the next steps?
Your cop friend.The phrase made Lavender's stomach flutter in a way she wasn't ready to analyze. How could she balance the community's need for information with whatever was growing between her and Diana? How could she protect both?
Steam rose from her coffee mug, carrying scents that usually grounded her but today felt insufficient. She needed to see Diana again, needed to understand if last night had been a crisis-driven attraction or something deeper. But more than that, she needed to know Diana was okay and that the vulnerability she'd shown hadn't sent her retreating even further behind professional walls.
