Chapter 13
Rosalind
Jane’s lips were hot and full against Rosalind’s, who was almost as shocked at the kiss as Jane.
She pushed Jane against the door, kissing her harder and deeper, the passion igniting something in her that she’d never felt before.
The emotion threatened to swallow her completely, and she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t touch her enough.
Her clothes were restrictive, she needed Jane to be closer, needed to touch every inch of her beautiful skin.
Jane reacted to her with fervor, shoving Rosalind’s lab coat from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
She pushed against Rosalind who held her fast against the door.
Rosalind pushed Jane’s coat from her shoulders and started to unbutton her silky blouse.
The buttons kept slipping from her fingers and, growing frustrated with the distance between them, she grabbed and ripped the buttons free, exposing Jane’s chest and abdomen.
With deft fingers, Rosalind reached behind her and unclasped her bra, reaching her hands underneath the soft fabric to caress the curve of her small breasts.
Rosalind’s lips moved down Jane’s neck as she pinched at her nipples.
Jane’s gasps sent lances of pleasure through Rosalind’s body, heat building in her core to the point of pain.
She pushed Jane’s blouse from her shoulders and the bra fell to the floor.
Rosalind reached down to Jane’s waist, and her hands slipped to the bottom of her skirt, lifting it to her hips and slinging one of Jane’s legs around her waist. Rosalind kissed down her chest, swirling her tongue around one of Jane’s nipples, and Jane threw her head back against the door with a moan.
Rosalind’s hand traveled up the back of Jane’s thigh, cupping her perfect ass as her long leg pulled her closer.
Jane pulled Rosalind’s shirt over her head and unclasped her bra.
Rosalind pulled back enough to let it fall to the floor but closed the distance with a fevered rush.
Jane’s warm skin pressed against her own, and there was nothing that could pull her away.
She needed to be closer, she needed to be inside her, to feel Jane’s body so completely wrapped around her that she was no longer a separate being.
Rosalind’s fingers slipped across Jane’s hot pussy, and painful tension filled her own core.
She pushed Jane’s panties to the side and slid a finger inside her; Jane’s gasp of pleasure sending spikes of desire through her.
Kissing her chest and then her abdomen, Rosalind dropped to her knees and hooked Jane’s leg over her shoulder.
Rosalind kissed the inside of each thigh as Jane trembled beneath her touch.
Jane’s fingers dug into her hair as she threw her head back against the door and gasped.
Rosalind ran her tongue across, tasting her wet arousal and making small languid circles around her clitoris.
Jane moaned, the muscles in her abdomen taut.
Rosalind slipped two fingers inside of her, continuing her small circles and pumping slowly, drawing out Jane’s pleasure.
Rosalind added a third finger and started pumping harder.
Jane’s gasps told her that she was trying to keep quiet, but Rosalind didn’t want that; she wanted Jane to scream out, to let the hospital—the world—know that Rosalind was responsible for her pleasure.
Rosalind pumped her fingers faster, the swirling motion of her tongue becoming quicker flicking motions as Jane’s muscles became hard with tension.
She could feel the walls of Jane’s core tighten around her fingers and she curled them just slightly, and Jane cried out.
Rosalind’s core almost burst with the sound, but she kept her rhythm, pumping and licking and sucking until Jane’s walls tightened around her and she let out a cry as the orgasm washed over her.
Jane’s leg started to tremble, and Rosalind let her other leg fall to the ground as she stood up and kissed Jane again.
Sliding her tongue over Jane’s teeth and letting her taste herself on Rosalind’s lips.
With a fury, Jane unbuttoned Rosalind’s trousers and they pooled around her feet.
Rosalind kicked off her shoes and melted into the moment.
When Jane pushed her toward the couch, she allowed herself to be moved.
Jane shoved her down onto the couch and pulled Rosalind’s panties down around her hips, slipping them over her feet and throwing them onto the floor.
Rosalind was already so close, it would only take the slightest of touches to send her over the edge.
Jane took both Rosalind’s knees in her hands and pushed them open, spreading her wide before her.
Jane climbed on top of Rosalind, taking one of her nipples into her mouth and scraping her teeth gently across it.
Rosalind threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, arching her hips, trying to get the friction she needed.
Jane slid a hand down Rosalind’s abdomen and flicked a finger across Rosalind’s swollen clit.
Rosalind jerked in pleasure at the touch, her own crest already approaching.
Jane slid two fingers inside Rosalind, using her thumb to expertly caress her clit, holding her just on the edge of climax.
Jane slowly pumped her fingers and Rosalind cried out, begging for release, but Jane held her close, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers and curling them against Rosalind’s G Spot.
Jane kissed down Rosalind’s abdomen and the inside of both of her thighs, then placed her lips over Rosalind’s clit, sending her over the edge.
Jane pumped her fingers and swirled her tongue around Rosalind’s clit as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, sending her spiraling through pleasure and something deeper, heavier, more primal.
Rosalind pulled Jane up onto the couch with her, wrapping her arms around her and bringing her close.
Jane rested her head on Rosalind’s shoulder as they both caught their breath, the heat of their passion slowing to a simmering burn that rested just below the surface.
Something settled between them, clicking into place.
Rosalind would never be able to put this feeling into words, but it was there and heavy and all encompassing.
It was something that she needed as much as she needed food and oxygen. It was terrifying.
“Jane, I…” Rosalind began, but the words died in her throat.
“Don’t,” Jane said without lifting her head.
“Don’t what?” Rosalind asked.
Jane sat up and locked her bright green eyes directly onto Rosalind’s. “Don’t try to run, just give this some space, give it room to breathe.”
“What if I can’t breathe?” Rosalind whispered.
“You can, take your time, maybe even enjoy it, just don’t run away from it,” Jane said.
Rosalind sat up. Her eyes trailed down Jane’s long limbs, her perfect stomach, her gently curved legs. As her eyes traveled back up to Jane’s face, Jane’s eyes were sharp with expectation.
Rosalind stood up from the couch and started the task of finding her clothes.
She pulled on her panties, feeling self-conscious at how intently Jane was watching her movement, before Jane finally started moving around the room herself.
After a few moments of awkward silence, they both stood in front of the other, the only evidence of their passion in the slight marks on their bodies and flushed cheeks.
“Jane, this is a mistake,” Rosalind pushed, unwilling to meet her eyes.
“It isn’t and you know it,” Jane countered.
“Attachment never ends well; it’s always tragic,” Rosalind said as tears pricked her eyes.
She didn’t believe her own words, and the thought of letting Jane in was exhilarating and terrifying.
How could she take Jane with her to the places she needed to go?
To the places where death was just over your shoulder?
People died daily, fighting for their homes, their lives, their loved ones.
Rosalind couldn’t fathom bringing Jane into that—she would never be able to put her through all that—and yet the thought of giving it all up was almost as paralyzing.
“Rosalind,” Jane said. “You don’t have to do anything, you don’t have to prove anything, and you don’t have to give up anything.
We have time, we don’t have to rush. Maybe tomorrow we’ll feel different, maybe in an hour we’ll feel different, but all you have to do right now is accept what has happened, accept what we are when we’re together. Then we can take it from there.”
“I feel trapped, Jane,” Rosalind said.
“There’s no reason to,” Jane said. “You’re not trapped. I would never do that to you.”
“It’s not you,” Rosalind said, finally looking up at her. “It’s not what you’re doing, this is my own problem. If I allow myself to become attached to you, then what will that do to me?”
“You’re overthinking this, Rosalind,” Jane said and put her hands on Rosalind’s shoulders.
Rosalind almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
Rosalind was revered as a hero, as this strong, independent woman who traveled the world saving lives, yet here she was terrified to let herself feel something.
Waiting for Jane to tell her what to do.
“Jane I—”
“Just let it settle, Rosalind,” Jane said softly and pulled Rosalind into an embrace that she couldn’t resist returning. “Don’t say anything right now, don’t do anything right now, just let this be. Any decisions, anything that impacts us for more than this moment, right now, can wait.”