Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
“So are you.” Iris reached back, her hand tracing up Barrett’s decorated thigh again. This time, she didn’t stick to the tattooed places, her fingers hovering inches from Barrett’s clit. “Still good?”
Barrett smiled at her in the mirror. “Still fantastic, princess.”
Her eyes were glued on Barrett as her fingers grazed over Barrett’s clit, and Barrett had been right that Iris would barely even need to touch her.
Her shoulders slammed into the wall as she gasped at the rush of sensation, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Iris’ hips. She needed more, needed Iris, needed everything.
Luckily, Iris kept circling her clit, moaning as she watched Barrett’s hands running over her body—one up to play with her breast, lingering over her nipple, the other down to play with her clit.
She pressed back into Barrett’s body, her legs trembling, and Barrett had never seen anything so perfect. Watching every inch of her in the mirror while making her feel so good was incredible.
She kissed Iris' neck, holding her gaze. “Maybe I should get a ceiling mirror installed.”
Iris laughed breathlessly. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“Mm. Would it make you happy?”
“I’m not opposed. Clearly.”
Barrett licked along her skin, revelling in the mewling sound it elicited from Iris, in the way she writhed against her. “Noted.”
“Barrett, please.”
“What do you need, princess?” She could barely think through the way she needed Iris, but she wanted to make this perfect for her. She needed to know what Iris wanted like it was primal desire, the only thing anchoring her to the Earth.
“Faster, please.”
Barrett sped up the circles she was rubbing against Iris’ clit, pressing a little harder, using the way Iris touched her as a guide. It worked perfectly, both of them gasping and panting and pleading together.
The panic had left Iris’ body, she was safe and relaxing, and Barrett wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t understand the benefit of their current position for that.
If Iris wanted to stop, she merely needed to step forward.
She had all the power. She was choosing to stay pressed back into Barrett.
And Barrett couldn’t wait to figure out every position she enjoyed, every one that worked for her.
“Oh, god, Barrett!” Iris’ words were garbled and desperate and beautiful, the most beautiful thing Barrett had ever heard. She loved getting this part of Iris. She loved Iris. Every single inch of her.
“I know. Me too, princess.”
Iris nodded, panting. She sped up again against Barrett’s clit, spreading her legs a little wider so Barrett could do the same. And, when she met Barrett’s eye in the mirror again, Barrett knew they were both done for.
“Iris,” she gasped, a bigger declaration on the tip of her tongue. But Iris came as Barrett said her name and the sound and the feeling of it pushed Barrett over the edge too, blissful waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Iris laughed delightedly, shuddering from the exhilaration of the whole thing, and she pulled Barrett to the bed with her. She kissed Barrett like everything was right in the world, and Barrett kissed her back the exact same way.
As they pulled apart, Barrett lifted herself up on one elbow, looking down at her, hot and happy, a halo of blonde hair splayed out on the bed. And, at last, she reached out with her clean hand to run the tip of her fingers over those perfect eyebrows.
Iris smiled up at her.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
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When Barrett woke in the morning, the other side of the bed was empty and an unbearable sorrow shot through her. Had Iris fled in the night? After everything, had Barrett done something wrong?
She sat bolt upright, spotting Iris’ dress slung over the chair in the corner. Relief chased the sorrow from her body, leaving her dizzy. She was still here.
Without the panic, she could hear movement in the next room, and she shook her head at herself as she pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants to head out into the living room.
For one moment, she was simply mesmerized by the sight of Iris in nothing but one of Barrett’s sweatshirts, and then, a cold, prickling feeling crawled up her spine. Iris was cooking.
“Good morning,” she said, turning to look at Barrett. She looked so happy, like nothing in the world had ever been wrong.
But Barrett’s hands trembled and clenched. “Morning.”
She knew she needed to calm down. Everything was fine. Iris was being nice. It was just breakfast.
But what if it wasn’t? What if this was the end? What if she’d realized Barrett couldn’t give her what she wanted?
“Have a seat,” Iris said, happily. “I’m almost done here. I made pancakes.”
Barrett sat stiffly, nodding even though Iris wasn’t looking at her. It was ridiculous. Completely fucking ridiculous. Everything was probably fine and she was ruining it.
Iris placed two plates of pancakes on the breakfast bar, followed by coffee and juice. Barrett hadn’t had juice. She’d gone out for it. For the blueberries in the pancakes too.
As she moved to sit beside Barrett, she pressed a quick kiss to Barrett’s lips. And froze. “Barrett? Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She didn’t sound very okay.
“Oh. Sorry. Should I have left? Did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did.”
“No,” she replied too quickly. She absolutely had not changed her mind. She would never change her mind about Iris. “No. Not at all. Did you?”
“What?” Iris held her hand and climbed into the stool next to Barrett.
“Did you change your mind? Did something bad happen?”
“No. Barrett, what’s wrong?”
That was the moment Barrett realized she was crying. Embarrassment shot through her and she scrubbed at her eyes. “Nothing. Sorry. I’m being silly. Just ignore me.”
Iris stroked the back of her fingers gently over Barrett’s cheek. “It’s not silly and I’m not going to ignore you. God knows you wouldn’t ignore me like this.”
She laughed reluctantly. “I guess that’s true.”
“It definitely is.” She pressed a kiss to Barrett’s temple. “You can tell me whatever it is.”
Barrett stared at the plates in front of her. “You just… made pancakes?”
“Yes? I figured we deserved a special breakfast and I woke up early and just wanted to treat you.”
“That’s all?”
“What else would it be?”