The effect was glorious. Anna’s grip in her hair tightened again, her legs squeezed even harder. She was about to finish for the third time that night and Brooke couldn’t wait.
“Fuck, Brooke,” Anna whispered, her free hand quickly moving to cover her mouth so that her cries of passion wouldn’t wake up the whole house.
With that, she came. Her pleasure dripped down Brooke’s hand, painting their sheets with evidence of their enduring desire. Brooke eased out of her, kissing up her thighs, and across her stomach, her chin and mouth leaving traces of Anna’s orgasm smeared across her body.
Brooke paused to lavish attention to Anna’s breasts. She couldn’t get enough. Occasionally, she marveled at the thought that they had been together for just over ten years and she had never, not even for a second, stoppedwanting. She nuzzled into Anna’s neck, inhaling deeply, letting Anna’s familiar scent fill her lungs.
At no point in her life had she ever dreamed this was possible. She didn’t know that anyone could feel so much love that they genuinely thought they might explode with it. It wasn’t something she had grown up with, and every day it overwhelmed her with delight that she got to experience it again and again.
“Your turn,” Anna whispered, her voice still shaky with exertion. Her chest heaved as she took deep, lungfuls of air, trying to catch her breath.
Brooke huffed out a laugh.“Okay, just give me a second.” She pressed a messy kiss to the underside of Anna’s jaw, feeling her wife nod in agreement. They both could use a breather. At nearly forty, they did occasionally have to pause for things like air and water.
Anna’s fingers untangled themselves from Brooke’s hair and immediately began combing the long strands back into place, removing evidence of their entanglement.
The result was soothing beyond words. Before either of them even realized, they both drifted off to a very deep, blissful sleep.
“Mum,” Amelia’s voice broke the silence of the morning.“Momma,” she said again, a little louder this time.
Brooke hummed, blinking her eyes open. She hadn’t moved. She had fallen asleep with her face buried in Anna’s neck and they were both—unfortunately—naked. Thankfully, their comforter was pulled up, covering anything that might traumatize their six year old.
“What time is it?” Anna mumbled. She started to stir beneath Brooke.
“Five-oh-seven,” Amelia said proudly. She’d been working on the more obscure aspects of time-telling. She fully grasped the fifteen, thirty, forty-five, one hour concept, but she was still working on understanding where all the numbers went in between. They’d gotten her an analog watch to practice. Anna hadn’t been quizzing her, though Brooke was certain her wife was about to praise their daughter’s work.
“Good job, baby. Five-oh-seven is very specific,” Anna said, her voice still drenched in sleep.
No wonder Brooke’s head hurt. The last time she had seen the clock last night had been before round three and it had already been after midnight. She nodded though, rolling over carefully so as to not dislodge their covers. Their daughter, the spitting image of Anna, stood on her side of the bed.
“Mum,” Amelia paused—definitely for dramatic effect—“will you help me make French toast?” She giggled like this was the absolute best idea she’d ever had even though they had French toast every Sunday. Amelia was clearly quite proud of herself for thinking of it.
Brooke nodded.“I will, yeah, in like two hours.”
Anna let out a little laugh. Amelia had definitely gotten her early morning habits.“Baby, why are you awake at five-oh-seven?”
Amelia hummed.“Well, I’ve been awake since four-fifty-something, but it took me too long to work out which little number it was. And then by the time I figured it out, the big number had moved and I had to start all over.”
“That would be difficult at four-fifty-something in the morning. Baby, do you want to go back to sleep? It’s pretty early,” Brooke tried. Normally, she would have scooted over and encouraged Amelia to just climb in to fall asleep with them, but she was very aware that she was not wearing clothes.
“Not really,” Amelia said.“I feel pretty awake. That’s why I asked for French toast.”
Anna let her head fall back with a laugh. Even though Brooke had birthed Amelia, Anna’s eggs had been used. There was no way that Amelia genetically carried any of Brooke’s traits, yet sometimes she did something so innately Brooke coded, that Brooke often wondered if she had somehow been able to pass some code on.
“I can’t with how much of your logic she has,” Anna said between laughs.
Amelia tilted her head to the side.“What’s that mean?”
“It means that you and I think a lot alike,” Brooke said, smiling warmly.“Okay, I tell you what. Why don’t you go pick out an outfit and I’ll try to get as awake as you and then we can go make everyone French toast. How does that sound?”
“YAY,” Amelia shrieked as she sprinted from the room.
Brooke sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Before she could even let her thoughts dip into serious territory, Anna started to laugh next to her.
“I had no idea how we were going to get out of that.” Anna shook her head. Another laugh in relief escaped her, thankful that Amelia hadn’t demanded that one of them get out of bed right at that second.“I can’t believe we fell asleep naked. I feel like we almost just got caught doing something we shouldn’t be doing. Us. Twomarriedwomen naked together. The scandal.”
A small laugh escaped from the back of Brooke’s throat. It was rare these days that her old trauma resurfaced. In the past, this absolutely could have been something that triggered it. But now, it was just comical. She looked over at her wife and narrowed her eyes, playfully.“Our daughter almost caught us naked and you’re laughing.” She was fighting her own giggle.
“Guilty,” Anna said, her dimples cutting deep into her cheeks.“Because it’s ridiculous. And we would have been so awkward and embarrassed and had to explain why we might be naked together.” Anna shuddered.“I’m so not ready for that talk. We’ve got a few more years, right?”
