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“Itisokay, babe.”
Molly’s attention was pulled back to the TV when she heard cheering. The Saints had just scored a touchdown.
“No way!”
She pushed a little until Finley was kneeling on the couch and Molly was sitting up, staring at the TV as the kicker made the extra point.
“I can see you put football above sex.” Finley chuckled. “That’s good to know.”
“Huh?” Molly said but didn’t remove her eyes from the screen.
“Echo, should I be worried?” Finley asked the dog, who was chewing on a giant bone in the bed Molly had bought for her the previous day.
“What? No, sorry,” Molly told her. “Sex. Yes, let’s have that.”
Finley laughed wildly. Then, the Saints lined up for an onside kick.
“You really want to watch this first, don’t you?” Finley asked her.
“It’s, like, two minutes, or ten in football time. Then, you can do whatever you want with me.”
“WhateverI want?” Finley lifted an eyebrow.
If any other lover had asked that question of Molly, she would have hesitated and asked what they had planned. With Finley, though, it was different. They’d made love nearly every night since their first time. They’d slept over at each other’s apartments every night regardless. Molly kept waiting for Finley to ask to have a night to herself, but she never did. Molly kept waiting for that need to be alone to come over her, too, but whenever she woke up next to Finley, she just felt like she wanted to do it again the next night and the night after that.
“Whatever you want,” she replied with confidence.
“Want to try again?” Finley asked.
Molly coughed a little then, making the mistake of taking a drink of her beer right before Finley spoke. She set it back down on the table and turned a little toward her girlfriend.
“You mean… that?”
“Yes, that,” Finley said with a smirk.
“It didn’t work last time.”
“Oh,itworked,” Finley replied.
“You know what I mean,” she said.
“Yes. And that’s why I was thinking we could try again.” Finley moved until she was straddling Molly’s thighs.
“This is weird. It’s weird with you on top.”
“But I’m a top. We’ve talked about this.” Finley lifted and pulled off her own T-shirt.
“Oh, fuck,” Molly said as her hands went immediately to Finley’s breasts over her sports bra. “You’re cheating.”
Finley stood up and said, “Just taking off my shirt.”
She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
“The Saints have the ball!”
Molly looked around Finley when she heard the announcer on the TV.
“They recovered it,” she said excitedly because the Saints had the ball on the forty-yard line with one minute and thirty-two seconds left. “Plenty of time to score and tie things up.”
