Chapter Nineteen
Upon arriving back at the apartment, Lee pulled off her boots with a relieved sigh, grateful to be back home as she watched her girlfriend stretch against the front door, revealing a hint of her toned stomach underneath her shirt.
She found it odd—sometimes this drove Lee crazier than seeing Morgan’s entire body.
It was like the moments at the theatre when the lights go down, and the crowd goes silent.
The anticipation of what was to come was just as intoxicating as the performance itself.
What she perceived as more peculiar, perhaps, was how it drove her crazy even now, after returning to the cemetery where they had previously buried a body, followed by breaking into the home of a murderer.
“I have never been more excited to shower in my entire life,” Lee said, sighing into her words, discarding her thoughts as she undid her pants before even stepping foot into the bathroom, discarding them as she did so at the same time.
After Morgan’s stretching had come to its conclusion, she mimicked Lee’s actions by tugging off her boots with her hands, throwing them rather haphazardly into the shoe-rack in opposite directions, which Lee had always hated.
“You and me both,” she said, reorganizing her boots upon noticing Lee’s left eyebrow raise as she silently scolded her.
“You can go first if you like. I can linger in the hallway. That way I won’t get mud from my clothes all over the apartment. ”
Although it was deeply unlike her, with her love of cleanliness, it hadn’t even crossed Lee’s mind until now that with the pair of them caked in mud, Morgan might leave a mess all over their apartment.
“No, no,” she offered back, shaking her head as she stepped out of her trousers, leaving them on top of the welcome mat by the front door.
“We can just shower at the same time. It saves us having to clean the floor if you leave a mess everywhere whilst waiting for me to finish.”
Although she wouldn’t admit it to Morgan, Lee wasn’t thinking about the floor at all.
In fact, the small sliver of skin had awakened something inside of her, and despite being ashamed, given what they had undertaken just an hour prior, she allowed herself to bury the shame in favor of a night whereby the only thing that mattered was one another.
Morgan Finch raised an eyebrow herself now, looking at Lee as if she were a riddle in desperate need of being solved.
“You won’t hear any objections from me,” she said, undoing her own pants now as she unclasped the belt buckle.
The rattling sound only sparked something new inside Lee, and she tried to hide a smirk at the thought of such basic noises doing something for her.
The sliver of skin, now the belt buckle; it was the lights going down prior to the performance starting once again.
Despite having a desire to in the past, the pair had only showered together once, and it had not ended pleasantly.
Their shower cubicle was no different to the rest of their apartment in the respect that it was barely large enough to accommodate one person, let alone two, and yet, as they stepped inside, bodies pressed up against one another either intentionally, or unintentionally, they weren’t sure, they both let out a laugh at the same time.
“This,” Lee said, still breathless from laughing.
“This feels weirdly like being a teenager. Or what I imagine being a teenager is supposed to be like.”
Pushing aside a strand of wet hair from Lee’s forehead, Morgan grinned as the water poured onto her face, and over her lips.
“Whilst I surprisingly can’t say from experience that this is what being a teenager feels like, I can confirm that I knew at least a few people growing up that opted to…
undertake activities of this variety in the shower for noise reasons. ”
“Oh?” Lee inquired, tilting her head to the side in mock inquisition. “What kind of noises?”
“Noises like…” Morgan paused, placing a hand against Lee’s stomach, her fingers gliding across her torso, almost teasingly, before slowly moving down towards her center. “This one.”
A breathless moan escaped Lee’s mouth as her girlfriend's fingers gently circled over the sensitive area where she needed them. The sound echoed against the old tiles, each moan followed by another, louder, more desperate one. Lee was desperate.
Realizing almost immediately that she wanted to provide Morgan with the access she so desperately craved, she extended her right leg further outwards ever so slightly.
Morgan used the wider space to her advantage, placing a single digit inside of Lee, followed by another.
A whimper escaped her lips as her walls clenched instinctively around Morgan's fingers, now expertly curling inside of her.
The water falling against her skin, combined with Morgan’s movements, allowed Lee a sensory gratification she had yet to experience before, and as the sounds of her fulfillment grew louder and louder in the form of Morgan's name, high-pitched moans and various curse words, she wondered at that moment if having sex in the shower truly did stifle the noise, or if the echoes against the tiles only amplified and thus stipulated what they were doing inside of it.
Alas, within their apartment, it was just the two of them, and thus, she allowed herself to lose control. She allowed herself to wrap her arms around Morgan and shift her hips to match the rhythm of Morgan’s fingers. She allowed herself a moment of bliss.
Upon finding themselves within the bedroom, their hair still slightly damp, Lee sensed a silent tension still lingering post-shower around the both of them.
It was a pleasant tension; one that carved a sense of mystery, as if they had just started dating for the first time.
She looked at Morgan, now, across the other side of the bed as if she had met her only a few days prior.
There was no history, only truths yet to be discovered.
Morgan Finch looked at her as if she were sizing her up, and oddly, she liked it.
She wanted, at present time, to be observed, assessed.
She wanted Morgan to look at her and crave something she had yet to taste, even if she had tasted her a thousand times before.
And, when Morgan finally started to make her way around the bed, closer towards Lee, she knew almost instantly that she had been observed exactly in the way she had desired.
When she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her, Lee allowed herself to be swept up by all of it, by her, before being placed gently against the mattress.
For a moment, as Morgan covered her naked body with her own, she felt powerless, until she surprised even herself, pushing Morgan back before she could second-guess herself as she shifted them around, positioning herself on top of Morgan as she straddled her from above.
The atmosphere in the room darkened, awakening something inside Lee that was always there, yet had simply been dormant. Something far more powerful than lust and longing combined.
“Tell me,” Lee said, breathing deeply against Morgan’s neck, a hand tangled in her short hair as she rocked backwards and forwards against Morgan’s thigh, obtaining a fraction of relief against her center, but not nearly enough. “What would you do if someone were to try and hurt me?”
Panting in unison with her girlfriends own heavy breaths, she gripped Lee’s ass firmly between her hands, aiding the women's movements against her own thigh, each thrust coating her skin in Lee’s desire.
“I’d fucking kill them,” she said, plainly, focusing her eyes intently on Lee as the woman took the pleasure she wanted from her.
Extending her tongue, Lee Holmes licked the side of Morgan’s neck before biting down, drawing blood in her wake, enjoying the feeling of Morgan wincing underneath her, her body tensing at the contact.
“But how?” she asked, breathless, wiping away the blood with her fingers as she sucked on Morgan’s pulse point, before moving towards her collarbone. “How would you do it?”
Morgan Finch tilted her head, ceasing the production of any additional marks Lee was leaving upon her neck or otherwise.
There was a pause for a fraction of a second, and to Lee, it was a fraction of a second too long, terrified of the notion that she had taken this too far before she had even truly begun.
“Just to confirm, is this doing something for you?”
Lee Holmes ceased rocking backwards and forwards against Morgan’s thigh, gazing down at her now as she sat firmly in her lap.
Whilst the pupils she stared into were dark, expanded, longing, the part that she had attempted to awaken in Morgan was simply not there.
“It would be,” Lee said. “If you were willing to participate.”
It was only when Morgan looked away for a moment, gathering her breath, that Lee felt another shift in the room before they had even locked eyes again, like a newly formed sense she had acquired—one that could sense a storm coming before the clouds had even rolled in.
“How exactly is this person trying to hurt you?” she said, maintaining her grip on Lee, albeit not as firm as before.
Missing the unyielding grasp of Morgan’s fingers, Lee Holmes smiled, menacingly, choosing her next words carefully.
“He grabbed me,” she said, swallowing a stone in her throat to truly add to the levels of faux torment she was currently experiencing.
“He put his hands on me because I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. ”