Page 39 of Even If the Sky is Falling
Dianna stood up now, taking in Jones’s prone body on the floor. She wished the lights were on, the generators now emitting little more than could be achieved with candlelight, so that she could take Jones in fully. Jones was the kind of person who deserved to be drunk in. Dianna moved to remove her own underwear, letting it drop around her ankles, before once again lying beside Jones.
“What now?” Jones asked, her hands still clutched to her chest. She had always done well with clear instructions. She read the full manual before using any appliance, even if it was common sense how an air fryer worked.
Dianna reached for one of her hands.
“Now this,” she said, moving Jones’s hand to the side. Jones followed suit, letting her other hand fall away.
Dianna placed her hands where Jones’s had been, squeezing gently as she brought her mouth to Jones’s neck. Jones took in a quick breath, her body lifting with a jerk. Dianna moved so that she was on top of Jones, their chests pressed together. Jones let her hands wander, unclasping Dianna’s bra and tossing it to the side. She dragged her fingers over the bumps in Dianna’s spine as Dianna kissed her way down Jones’s body.
A moan escaped Jones’s lips as Dianna positioned herself too far away for Jones to reach. She let Dianna move her legs as Dianna pushed her arms beneath them, cradling her hands beneath Jones’s bare butt.
Jones lifted her head to watch, catching the conspiratorial smirk Dianna flashed her before lowering her mouth. Jones’s head fell to the floor with a gasp as Dianna circled her clit slowly, with just enough pressure to make stars dance beneath her eyelids as she clinched them closed. She forced her eyes open to watch, wanting to take in as much information as she could. She wanted to be good at this when it was her turn.
Dianna lifted her head, pushing two fingers into her mouth and out again, before inserting them. Jones released a guttural moan. She needed to pee. No, not pee. Pressure was just building up in her stomach. Dianna circled her fingers, mimicking the movements of her tongue. Jones was speaking, maybe, anything but words. Lust-wrapped whimpers spilled from her lips like an ode.
Her legs began to shake, and she pressed her thighs into either side of Dianna’s head. Dianna continued, even though Jones had to be squeezing too tight like she was trying to make a melon explode. Dianna moved one of her hands to Jones’s stomach, pushing her down into the floor to keep her still. Her tongue was more erratic, the pressure greater as she drove Jones to the edge.
“Please,” Jones whispered, before the air shattered open. Her body lifted off the floor as the orgasm ripped through her, her toes so tight she feared they would break off. Her limbs felt separate from her body, far away. She needed to collect them before they got away, she thought, her mind a jumble of kaleidoscope colors. Her heart beat so fast she could feel her pulse behind her eyes.
She felt Dianna crawl back up her body, carrying Jones’s scent on her tongue as she kissed her way up Jones’s skin. Dianna stroked her face gently, her fingers dipping into Jones’s dimples.
“You good?” Dianna asked. Jones, whose eyes were still closed, could not see Dianna’s smile, but she could hear it.
Jones smiled, her voice a drawl. “So good.” She had never had anything like that happen before. Her body felt elastic.
Dianna lay down beside her, a seductive laugh slipping through her lips. Jones tried to lift herself up, but her limbs felt weighed down. She couldn’t control them.
“Hey, hey,” Dianna said, her voice soft. She pushed Jones gently back down to the floor.
“It’s my turn,” Jones slurred.
“How about we rain check?” Dianna said, pulling Jones onto her chest. She held Jones’s head like she loved her.
Jones was confused. “What do you mean?” She had never done anything sexual before that hadn’t involved any input on her part, though she had had sex several times that hadn’t seemed to take her pleasure into account at all. It didn’t feel right, taking and not giving.
“I mean, you’re tired and you should sleep,” Dianna said. She began to hum under her breath, a simple tune that instantly made Jones’s eyes feel heavier than they already did.
“I have to,” Jones whined, but she was already drifting. Dianna rubbed her back, down and up, down and up. It was soothing. So much so that a tear slipped from Jones’s eye and settled just above Dianna’s nipple.
Dianna stilled. “Jones?” Jones stayed quiet, silent sobs racking through her. “Jones, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Jones said with a sniffle. “I just... No one has ever held me before. You know, after.”
A deep frown settled onto Dianna’s face. Jones hadn’t told her much about her ex-boyfriend. She had learned more about him today than she had known prior. And she hated him. Everyone deserved to feel like they were more than just a body to be used up and set aside.
“Well, you’re with me now,” Dianna said softly, continuing to rub Jones’s back.
“Thank my lucky stars,” Jones murmured, half-asleep already. Jones’s breathing leveled out. The room filled with soft snores once more as Jones slept.
Listening to Jones’s rhythmic beating, Dianna slept.
Dianna awoke with a start. Her phone was flashing violently. She had put it on airplane mode to conserve her battery, so she was surprised to see the alert flashing on the screen as three sharp blasts cracked through the air, muffled in their underground room.
She tilted her head to read the most beautiful words she had ever seen on her upside-down phone screen.
“This is an official announcement. Your area is now confirmed ‘ALL-CLEAR’ from aerial debris. Please exit your shelter safely.”
She released a sigh of relief. They were safe. They were alive. They were together. She shook Jones gently, earning a disgruntled groan of a snore.
Reaching for her phone, she turned off airplane mode. The bars were still full, but she had learned that meant little, so she checked Twitter, trying to move as little as possible so as not to wake Jones. She nearly screamed with glee when her home page reloaded with messages from just a few minutes prior.
Jones shifted on her chest. Dianna watched her sleep. She didn’t know what would happen when they left here, what reality would look like between them. Would they be enemies again? Would they be friends? Would they be even more than that? That’s what she wanted, but she knew it was a big step for Jones.
She checked the time. 6:05 a.m. on Saturday. They had been here for twelve hours. No one would come in this early on a Saturday. What would it hurt to stay just a bit longer?
So she turned off her phone and slid it to the side. She wrapped her arm tighter around Jones’s shoulder, earning a contented sigh in return as Jones burrowed farther in Dianna’s chest. And Dianna closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
For now, this was good. So, so good.
