Chapter Twenty-Eight
D ebs hummed along to the sound of music that filled the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to their dinner. The heat had become practically oppressive the past few days, and the weather reports predicted that tonight would be when it finally broke. Her mind wandered to Thea; the kids were spending the night with James as they did every Tuesday, but she hated thunderstorms, and Debs felt uneasy about being away from her when one was forecast. She knew she would be fine with James; it was just the thought of not being there to comfort her daughter when she was scared that was causing her stomach to tighten.
The sound of footsteps padding across the wooden floor broke her from her thoughts, and she turned to find Sienna walking towards her, her long auburn hair darkened by the shower she had just taken as the still-wet strands trailed over her shoulders. She smiled, trying hard not to focus on the fact she was wearing very little—loose black shorts stopping mid-thigh and white vest showing her slim arms while very much revealing she was not wearing a bra underneath it. Honestly, Debs wondered how it had taken until she was nearly thirty-seven to have this revelation about herself, but then she wondered if it was less about her and more about Sienna. Because recently, it was all about Sienna.
“Hey. Good shower?”
“Yes. It was so hot at work today, I honestly thought someone might pass out at one point.”
Debs frowned, concern flitting through her. “You were okay, though, right?”
“Yeah, I was fine. I mean, disgustingly sweaty and practically glued to my desk fan, but okay.”
Debs watched as Sienna wandered to the wide bifold doors that spanned the length of the back wall, currently thrown open, even though it was doing nothing to ease the stifling heat. She had been a little distant the past few days, even though they had not seen each other much. But those moments when they spoke or saw each other seemed to be tinged with a sense of foreboding, Sienna’s mind clearly somewhere else. It wasn’t as if Debs felt left out or ignored, but there were moments when she would catch something; a flicker of her eyes, a mindless stare, a deep, bone-rattling sigh, which just gave her the thought that something was playing on Sienna’s mind. And then there was that fucking anxious nail-picking habit she had which had taken another notch up recently. She hadn’t seen it, and she suspected Sienna knew that Debs would notice, but she had seen the evidence, felt the rough skin under her fingers as she wound them together when she had pulled her in close and kissed her tonight.
And she saw it now, as Sienna stood looking out over the garden, that subtle tension in her shoulders, the way her arms gripped a little too tight as she held them across her body.
“I can’t wait for this to break.”
“Me neither,” Debs said as she followed Sienna like a moth to a flame, wrapping her arms around her from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder, the need to feel her under her hands overwhelming despite the sticky heat, the hope that her touch could calm some of the turmoil which was simmering under the surface. “I’m kind of worried about Thea, though. She gets scared when it thunders.”
“I’m sure she’ll be okay,” Sienna said softly, tipping her head back and leaning into Debs, and Debs sighed as she recognised the relaxing of the body in front of her. “She’s made of strong stuff, just like her mum.”
“Hmm. Are you ready to eat? It’s nothing big, just a Greek salad. This heat really messes with my appetite.”
Debs walked back over to the counter, Sienna trailing behind her.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Do you want olives? I left them off because I know they’re a love them or hate them kind of thing.”
“Briney bullets? No thanks. Can’t believe you eat them.”
“They’re delicious,” Debs said, smirking as she popped one in her mouth. She turned back around, finding Sienna cradling Steve, her fingers scratching behind his ears as he happily purred and nuzzled against her chin.
“Ew. Hope you’re not expecting me to kiss you now you’ve eaten that.”
Debs sauntered over to Sienna, leaning in close and bracketing her body with her arms on the counter. “Are you saying you’d deny me?”
“I’m saying you’d need to brush your teeth first.”
As if in defence of Sienna, Debs felt the weak swipe of Steve’s tiny paw against her chin. She glanced down, greeted by wide, playful amber eyes before Sienna’s chuckle rang through the room.
“See, even Steve agrees with me.”
“Turning my own cat against me?”
“He just thinks olives are vile as well.”
As if sensing the growing tension between them, Steve squirmed, pushing against Debs and Sienna until Sienna put him down, his tiny claws clattering along the kitchen tiles as he scurried away somewhere.
Debs leaned in closer, barely a breath between their lips. She watched as Sienna’s eyes dipped down before looking back up, eyes deep and dark with desire. She loved the way that Sienna’s eyes expressed everything so much; the way they sparkled when she was laughing, the stormy depth they took when she was aroused. Even the subtle shift when she was uncertain and consumed with something, just as she was earlier.
She loved everything about this woman.
Just as Sienna shifted forward slightly, Debs dipped her head to the side, pressing her mouth to Sienna’s neck and trailing down it, feeling the other woman’s body shiver despite the heat that surrounded them. “Even if I kiss you here?”
A breathy exhale was Debs’ only answer as she continued to press wet kisses to the sticky skin, mapping a path downwards towards the exposed skin across her chest.
“What about dinner?” Sienna stumbled out, although Debs sensed no desire to eat at this moment from the woman pinned beneath her. Not if the way her fingers wrapped in her hair, pushing her closer to her body, had anything to do with it.
“I’m not sure how you expect me to think of anything else when you walk in here, wearing these ridiculously tiny shorts and definitely no bra,” Debs murmured, pulling the neck of Sienna’s vest down and latching on to an already hardened nipple. Fingers scratched against her scalp, urging her on even more.
“Fuck, babe.”
Debs let out a pleased hum, her fingers stroking up the inside of Sienna’s thigh to where she knew she needed them, wanted them, Sienna’s hips already rocking into her gently. She loved the fact she had this power over Sienna. The fact that she could make her desperate and wanting with just a few choice words and deliberate actions. It was heady, and with each interaction, she only wanted to know what else she could do, what sounds she could pull from her, how much she could make her shake and writhe. Her fingers dragged further up inside the leg of Sienna’s shorts, and she stuttered out her moan when she was greeted instantly with the evidence of Sienna’s arousal.
“No underwear? Fuck, you’re killing me.”
“It was too hot,” Sienna explained, widening her legs further to allow Debs more room. “You’re lucky I was wearing anything.”
Debs dragged her teeth along the swell of Sienna’s breast before standing straight, capturing her mouth with her own. “You’d have heard no complaints from me,” she said as she swirled her fingers around Sienna’s clit.
This wasn’t the time for slow and sensual. They’d had sex like that; long, lingering looks and gentle touches. They’d explored and cherished, and they’d ravished each other until they could barely move, each time just as special and incredible as the other. And Debs was certain that there would be so many more times to learn more, to discover new things about themselves and each other. She wanted them all, in every form, but now, in this moment, with Sienna pinned against her kitchen counter, her hips chasing her retreating teasing fingers, she wanted to claim her. She wanted to watch her come undone in a fit of passion and need that spoke of their mutual desperation. She leaned back, wanting to see the way Sienna’s body reacted, the way her mouth dropped open in that silent relief as her fingers pushed inside of her warmth, wetness coating her hand.
“Oh fuck.” Sienna’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling Debs in tight to her body. “That feels…”
“Good? Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get over this.”
“Harder, please.”
Sienna’s request lit up a fire in Debs as she pushed two fingers back into her wet heat, feeling her clench around them, setting a pace that had Debs’ own head spinning. She could feel her pulse around her fingers, already so close to falling into pleasure, and all it did was spur Debs on even more to see her come undone. She twisted her wrist a little, bringing her thumb up to swipe across Sienna’s clit, the woman shaking out another sinful moan when she did.
“Babe, I’m not going to—”
“Shh.” Debs further silenced Sienna’s words with a hard kiss, panting into each other’s mouths. “Come for me, and then I can take you to bed and fuck you again slowly,” she promised, not ready for this to be over. She would happily spend all night making Sienna come undone, watching as pleasure flooded every inch of her body.
“Oh shit! Fuck babe!” Sienna screamed into the room, the moment ruined by the scattering of tiny paws across the kitchen floor as Sienna’s cries startled the tiny kitten into hiding.
Debs snorted, dropping her forehead to Sienna’s as they both shook with laughter, Sienna’s arms loosening their hold and draping over Debs’ shoulders.
“Fuck, I think we scarred Steve for life.”
“He’ll live,” Debs said, pressing a kiss to Sienna’s lips, then her cheek, before burying her face in her neck.
“He will,” Sienna agreed, pushing back on Debs’ chest, forcing her fingers to slip out of Sienna, where they had still been nestled deep inside her. “But maybe we should go find your bed, and you can show me exactly what you had planned?”
“You have the best ideas,” Debs said with a smirk, tangling her fingers around Sienna’s and tugging her towards the door with a light-hearted giggle, her worries temporarily forgotten.