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She didn’t. She couldn’t have if she’d tried. She licked and sucked as though in a frenzy until Elizabeth came apart against her mouth, a wild, beautiful mess that made Riley dizzy with want.
Elizabeth dragged her up after, pulling her mouth into another kiss, rough, grateful, almost punishing. Their legs tangled, their bodies slid together slick and hot. This time Elizabeth’s hand found Riley again, faster, firmer, as Riley cried out against her lips and bucked against her fingers.
Elizabeth kissed her like she wanted to erase every line between them, fingers still buried inside her, stroking deep inside her until Riley was nothing but noise and trembling limbs. Riley clung to her shoulders, biting down on a curse as she came hard, the kind of release that left her body arching up helplessly against Elizabeth’s hand.
She barely had time to catch her breath before Elizabeth rolled them again, her hair falling loose around her face, eyes dark and wild in the flickering firelight. “Again,” she whispered, and it wasn’t a request.
Riley’s protest died the second Elizabeth’s thigh slid between hers, pressing firmly, rocking her until sparks lit up behind hereyelids. Riley dragged her nails down Elizabeth’s back, pulling her closer, grinding shamelessly against her.
“Fuck, Elizabeth.”
Her name came out broken, and Elizabeth swallowed it with another kiss, her hips moving in rhythm with Riley’s. They moved together desperately, the sheets twisting, bodies slick with sweat, until Riley cried out again, this time muffled against Elizabeth’s shoulder. Elizabeth followed right after, her composure splintering as she clutched at Riley like she’d drown without her.
But it didn’t stop there.
Riley pushed Elizabeth back onto the pillows, emboldened now, tracing her tongue down the length of her stomach until Elizabeth’s hand shot out to grip the headboard. “Christ, Riley,” she gasped, voice cracking in a way Riley had never heard before. The sound went straight through her, making her reckless, hungry. Hands holding Elizabeth’s against the headboard, she dragged her tongue down towards her core. She could feel Elizabeth’s heated breath, panting against her bare skin. Riley surged forward, tracing her tongue against Elizabeth’s pussy, hot and desperate for attention. She worked Elizabeth with her mouth once again, circling her clit till she could barely hold back, until those sharp, careful walls shattered completely, until Elizabeth was writhing under her, whispering Riley’s name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
When Elizabeth finally came apart again, shaking and undone, Riley climbed back up and kissed her slow, messy, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her surrender.
Elizabeth’s hand threaded into Riley’s hair, tugging her back down, and then it was Riley’s turn again, Elizabeth’s mouth on her, fingers steady and merciless thrusting into her, drawing her over the edge until she broke with a sob.
They clung to each other, breathless and raw, but neither stopped. Every time Riley thought it was over, Elizabeth’s hand slid lower, or Riley’s mouth found new territory, and the cycle started again, frantic, greedy, unstoppable.
When they finally stilled, tangled in sheets, Riley’s body still buzzing, she let out a ragged laugh. “Well. That complicates things.”
Elizabeth turned her head, one brow arched, hair mussed like she’d never let anyone see her. “You think?”
Riley covered her face with one hand, groaning. “We’re supposed to be pretending.”
Elizabeth pulled the hand away, holding it against her chest, pinning Riley with a look that was half-amusement, half-warning. “Then consider this… an improvisation.”
Riley snorted, though the sound came out softer than she meant it to. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm. And yet, here you are.”
Silence stretched, warm and dangerous. Riley stared up at the ceiling, heart still pounding, and muttered, “This doesn’t mean anything.”
Elizabeth didn’t argue. She just lay back, hands behind her head, like she’d reclaimed her mask of control. “Of course not,” she said smoothly. “It’s just part of the act.”
Riley bit her lip, refusing to look at her. Because they both knew, whatever this was, it wasn’t fake.
And that was the problem.
7
December 19th - Elizabeth
Elizabeth woke with a sharp inhale, as if surfacing from a dream she couldn’t remember but didn’t want to leave.
The room was quiet, still, but her mind wasn’t. It never was.
It took her a moment to orient herself, blinking against the soft winter light that filtered through the frosted windowpanes. Snow still hurled itself against the glass in steady gusts, the storm showing no signs of letting up. Outside, the world was frozen in place, white, muffled, suspended.
Inside, it was worse.
Riley was still asleep, curled against her like it was the most natural thing in the world. One leg draped lazily across Elizabeth’s thigh. Her head nestled close to Elizabeth’s shoulder, breath warm and even against the curve of her neck. Her hand rested on Elizabeth’s ribs, fingers twitching slightly in sleep.
And Elizabeth, Elizabeth couldn’t move.
