Chapter 6 #4
Erin was now fully under the shower stream, but she hardly noticed or cared as the water covered her face.
All she cared about was getting more of Lena’s juices on her face.
Erin took her right hand from Lena’s leg and traced the inside of her thigh with light caresses until she was at Lena’s entrance.
She slipped a finger inside, feeling Lena’s body yield to her and open.
She slipped another finger inside and curled them upward, feeling Lena’s soft G-spot as she continued sucking on her clit.
Erin kept her pace and hummed so Lena could feel the vibrations from her lips, all while water sluiced down her body, until Erin felt Lena’s body tense then shake as she cried out.
Erin didn’t let up, though, and she continued to coax out Lena’s orgasm until she felt Lena’s body slacken.
Erin slipped out her fingers and backed away just enough to look up and see Lena through the column of water falling around her.
Lena reached down, smoothing her soaked hair, and Erin leaned into her touch, closing her eyes.
“Good girl,” Lena said. “Now, let me give you something you’ll n ever forget.”
Lena coaxed Erin back up to standing and pressed her against the cool tiled wall. Erin could feel her nipples hardening against the cold tiles while the hot water fell on her back.
She felt Lena’s body pressing into hers, Lena’s breasts against her back, pinning her against the wall.
She felt Lena’s hand parting her legs from behind and she willingly edged her feet further apart, giving Lena the access she needed.
She felt Lena’s fingers, firm and insistent, running back and forth, teasing her clitoris, threatening to open her up. Erin thought she might come there and then.
Suddenly she felt Lena’s fingers pressing inside her and she moaned loudly. It felt so good, so very very good.
She felt herself instinctively pushing her hips backwards as if to welcome Lena deep inside her.
The press of Lena’s fingers against her G spot made her nearly explode on the spot.
“Oh, god… please…” Erin murmured, and Lena’s response was to begin to fuck her properly, thrusting into her hard and deep.
“Oh… Lena….”
She felt Lena’s left hand snake around the front of her hips whilst her right hand kept on fucking her.
The feeling of Lena’s fingers sliding hot and slippery against her clitoris was just what she needed to tip her over the edge.
Her world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors and she felt shudders run through the entirety of her body.
“Oh… my… god,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Lena purred in her ear.
They eventually made it out of the shower and dried off, but they could barely keep their hands off each other as they made it to the bedroom.
After what simultaneously felt like hours, though it could’ve been minutes, of Lena driving her to back to the edge and making her see stars, they lay in bed together, Erin’s head resting on Lena’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
The sheets smelled like cedar and lavender, something so distinctly Lena that made her want to bury her face in the pillow and stay here forever.
Lena's fingers traced lazy patterns on Erin's bare shoulder, a touch so gentle it was almost devotional. "Are you okay?"
"Mmm." Erin pressed a soft kiss to Lena cheek, feeling a sense of deep satisfaction settle in her bones. "More than okay."
"Good." Lena's voice was drowsy, different from her usual controlled professional tone. It was softer and unguarded in a way Erin had never heard before.
They didn't talk about what this meant or where it led, didn't discuss the complications of working together or what they'd tell their teams or how they'd navigate the case now that everything had changed. Those conversations could wait for daylight and coffee and the return of rational thought.
For now, there was just this: the warmth of Lena's body beside hers, the smell of cedar on fresh sheets, and the comfortable weight of exhaustion settling over them both.
"Erin," Lena whispered, so quietly it was almost lost in the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you came over."
Erin smiled against Lena's skin. "Me too."
She felt rather than saw Lena's smile in return, and then they were both quiet, settling into comfortable silence.
Erin's eyes grew heavy as she listened to Lena's breathing deepen and slow. Lena’s hand had stilled in her hair, her fingers still tangled in the strands but relaxed now in approaching sleep.
This felt dangerous—not just the physical intimacy, but this.
The rightness of lying here together, the way her body seemed to fit perfectly against Lena's, the peace that had settled over her for the first time in weeks.
It felt like something she could get used to, something she might want to keep.
That should have scared her. There were professional boundaries, workplace complications, and the fact that they'd known each other for less than a month and most of that had been spent arguing. All of it should have sent her reaching for her clothes and heading home to the safety of her own bed.
Instead, she pressed closer to Lena's warmth and let herself drift toward sleep.
In the kitchen, the containers of lo mein and orange chicken sat forgotten on the dining table, growing cold in the darkness.
But wrapped in Lena's sheets and the warmth of finally giving in to what they both wanted, Erin couldn't bring herself to care about anything beyond the woman sleeping beside her and the contentment settling in her chest like something she'd been searching for without knowing it.
Tomorrow could wait. Tonight was theirs.