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Breakfast wound down in that slow, satisfied way that only happens when everyone's full and relaxed.
Plates were pushed aside. Coffee cups clinked as refills were debated and then forgotten. Someone—definitely Carter—was halfway through a story no one was fully paying attention to anymore.
Amanda leaned back against the island, eyes drifting to Ericka for what had to be the sixth time in under a minute.
Danielle clocked it immediately.
She smirked. "You good over there, Parker? Because you've been staring like you're about to commit a felony."
Amanda didn't even try to deny it. Her gaze flicked back to Ericka—barefoot, hair loose, soft and glowing in a way that made Amanda's chest feel tight.
She clapped her hands once.
"Alright," Amanda said, casual but decisive. "I love every single one of you. Truly. But we're wrapping this up."
The room quieted just enough to listen.
Amanda added, very honestly, "Because I need some alone time with my woman before I completely lose my mind."
There was a half-second of silence.
Then—
"Oh my GOD," Maria laughed, almost spilling her coffee.
Leah pointed between them. "I knew it. She's been restraining herself this entire time."
Carter stood immediately, hands up. "Say less. We support healthy boundaries and horny fiancées."
Jamie grabbed their bag. "Yep. We can read the room."
Danielle fake-gagged. "You two are disgusting. I mean that with love."
Ericka covered her face for a second, cheeks flushed, then peeked through her fingers with a smile she didn't bother hiding.
Samantha nodded approvingly. "Honestly? Good call. You've both been on high alert for days."
Amanda smiled. "Exactly."
Everyone started gathering their things—easy hugs, teasing whispers, exaggerated warnings about locking doors and taking breaks.
Danielle lingered last, leaning in close to Amanda. "Text me when you come back to reality."
Amanda grinned. "If I survive."
Danielle laughed and finally followed the others out.
The door closed behind them.
The penthouse went quiet.
Amanda didn't move right away.
Neither did Ericka.
They just stood there, looking at each other—soft, charged, full of everything they hadn't said all morning.
Amanda exhaled slowly, crossed the space between them in three strides, and pulled Ericka into her arms.
"Hi," she murmured.
Ericka smiled against her shoulder. "Hi."
The moment their lips met, the tension in Amanda's body snapped like a over-taut guitar string. Her tongue delved into Ericka's mouth, tangling with her own in a desperate, passionate dance. Ericka moaned into the kiss, her hands grasping at Amanda's shoulders as she leaned into the embrace.
Amanda broke the kiss just long enough to whimper Ericka's name like a prayer before claiming her mouth again. Her tongue plunged deep, tangling with Ericka's in a dance as old as time. The intensity of their passion was suffocating, all-consuming.
Amanda's fingers dug into Ericka's hips, pulling her tighter against her.
She could feel the heat of Ericka's skin through their clothing, and it only fueled the burning desire coursing through her veins.
The weight of Ericka's breasts against her own chest sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn't resist the urge to grind their hips together.
Ericka whimpered, her body melting against Amanda's hard, muscular frame. Her own hunger rose to match Amanda's, her hands roaming over the sculpted abs, the defined shoulders, the powerful arms that held her close.
But even as they lost themselves in the kiss, Amanda's mind was racing with the thought of waiting. Waiting for privacy, waiting for a chance to really be alone with her wife. The idea of having to pull away now, to leave this moment unfinished, was distasteful to say the least.
"Amanda," Ericka gasped when they finally broke for air, "I need you. Now."
Amanda's response was to roughly yank Ericka's shirt over her head, sending buttons flying. Ericka's hands fumbled with Amanda's clothes, but with a growl, Amanda swiped the table clean of plates and cups, sending them crashing to the floor.
Ericka's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at Amanda with a mix of shock and arousal, her lips still swollen from the kiss. "Amanda..." she breathed, her voice husky.
Amanda didn't respond. She was already shedding her shirt, tossing it aside carelessly as she worked to free Ericka from her clothes.
They stumbled backward, their movements clumsy with haste, but they didn't stop until they reached the table.
It stood bare and inviting, a makeshift altar for their desire.
Without a word, Amanda pushed Ericka down onto the table's cool surface.
Ericka looked up at her, her chest heaving with anticipation, as Amanda quickly rid herself of the rest of her clothing.
With a wicked grin, Amanda hooked her thumbs in Ericka's waistband and yanked her panties down, tossing them aside.
With a savage growl, Amanda thrust forward, burying herself to the hilt inside Ericka's slick warmth. Ericka screamed into the kiss, her body bowing off the table as she clenched around Amanda's thick cock. It was a fit unlike any other, as if they were made to come together just like this.
As Amanda began to move, Ericka met her thrusts with equal fervor, their bodies slapping together.
The table creaked beneath them, but Amanda didn't slow, didn't care.
She was too consumed by the rush of Ericka's tight heat around her cock, the way Ericka's breasts bounced with each impact, the desperate moans and sighs falling from her lips.
Hard, fast - Amanda took Ericka with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic. Ericka could only hang on, ride the waves of pleasure that crashed over her with each powerful stroke.
Amanda lost herself in the rhythm of their lovemaking, her thrusts strong and deliberate as she chased the pleasure that seemed to hover just out of reach. Ericka met her every move, her nails raking down Amanda's back as she wrapped her legs around her waist.
The table creaked and groaned beneath them, but Amanda barely registered it. Her focus was solely on Ericka, on the way her wife's body responded to her touch, on the way their passion seemed to grow with every passing second.
Amanda's hands gripped Ericka's thighs, spreading her wide open as she pistoned in and out of her wife's clenching heat. Ericka's nails dug into Amanda's shoulders, her hips bucking to meet each thrust. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, their moans and grunts echoing off the walls.
As Amanda's orgasm built, she leaned down to capture Ericka's mouth again, swallowing her wife's screams of pleasure as they came together in a frenzy of convulsing bodies and spurting fluids.
They clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks, until finally, they collapsed in a breathless, sweat-drenched heap on the kitchen floor.
Amanda pulled Ericka close, nuzzling her neck as they both struggled to catch their breath. "That was...fuck, that was needed," Amanda panted, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.
Ericka giggled, her eyes still glazed with lust. "I think you can safely say that's a recurring problem in our relationship."
They were still tangled together, breathless and giggling, limbs half-wrapped in each other, when the elevator chimed again.
Ding.
The sound cut through the room like a gunshot.
Amanda's head snapped up so fast she nearly headbutted Ericka.
"No. No no no no—"
Footsteps.
Ericka froze, eyes wide for exactly half a second before she burst out laughing again, already knowing.
Danielle's voice echoed down the hall first.
"I told you it was—"
She rounded the corner.
And stopped dead.
"Oh—"
She immediately slapped both hands over her eyes and pivoted her entire body away like she'd just walked into the sun.
"DAMN— okay— WOW— I am so sorry—"
Samantha followed her in mid-sentence, coffee cup in hand, then came to an abrupt halt as her brain caught up with what her eyes were... very deliberately not focusing on.
"...Well," she said slowly, lifting her sunglasses to her head, "this explains why you didn't answer your phone."
Amanda yelped and scrambled, grabbing the throw blanket and hauling it up around herself like it was a shield of last resort.
"Jesus—!"
She wrapped it tight, mortification hitting all at once.
"I swear we were just—"
Ericka was no help whatsoever. She was laughing so hard she had to brace one hand on the edge of the table, the other covering her mouth, shoulders shaking.
Danielle peeked through her fingers for exactly half a second—
—and immediately slammed her hands back over her eyes.
"Nope. Nope. Not looking. But also—" she laughed helplessly, shaking her head, "damn, Ericka. I get it now. I see why you love her."
Ericka laughed even harder, cheeks flushed.
"Danielle!"
"What?" Danielle said, still facing the wall. "I'm being honest. And supportive."
Samantha snorted.
"Very affirming. Very sister-in-law coded."
Amanda groaned and dropped her forehead against Ericka's shoulder, half dying, half laughing despite herself.
"Can you please leave?"
Danielle nodded instantly.
"Absolutely. We are already emotionally scarred."
Samantha glanced around the kitchen then — the overturned table, the plates on the floor, the cups tipped on their sides, the very obvious chaos of it all — and winced.
"...Also," she added dryly, "remind me to never eat on that table again."
Ericka finally managed to wipe tears from her eyes.
"That's fair."
The two of them shuffled backward toward the elevator, still carefully not looking.
Danielle paused right before the doors slid closed.
"For the record," she said, voice smug, "locking doors is free."
The elevator doors shut.
Silence dropped over the penthouse like a blanket.
Amanda let out a long, defeated groan and collapsed back against Ericka, burying her face into her shoulder.
"I'm never leaving this penthouse again," she muttered.
Ericka wrapped her arms around her, still smiling, pressing a kiss into Amanda's hair.
"I told you we should've locked the elevator."
Amanda huffed a laugh against her collarbone.
"...Still worth it."
Ericka hummed softly, holding her closer.
"Absolutely worth it."
Amanda let out a long breath and slid down until she was sitting properly, still clutching the blanket like it was her emotional support object.
"I swear," she muttered, "this is why normal couples just... go to the bedroom."
Ericka laughed again, softer this time, and brushed her thumb along Amanda's cheek.
"You're the one who knocked everything off the table."
Amanda looked down at the mess — plates shattered, napkins everywhere, one sad croissant squashed against the rug.
"...I was passionate."
"That was aggressive redecorating," Ericka teased.
Amanda snorted, then groaned again as embarrassment fully hit.
"I cannot believe Danielle saw me naked."
"She barely saw anything," Ericka said gently. "She covered her eyes like she walked into church naked."
Amanda blinked.
"She still complimented me."
Ericka smiled, proud and fond.
"As she should."
Amanda's ears turned pink. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Ericka's chest.
"I'm never emotionally recovering from this."
Ericka kissed the top of her head.
"You'll survive. Eventually. With therapy."
Amanda laughed weakly.
"Group therapy. Mandatory."
They sat in companionable quiet for a moment longer, then Ericka gently nudged her.
"Okay," she said softly. "As fun as this was... we should probably clean up before anyone else decides to forget their keys."
Amanda groaned but nodded.
"Yeah. Before Carter walks in and never looks at me the same again."
They stood slowly — sore, still buzzing — and started gathering themselves properly. Amanda wrapped the blanket tighter and padded to grab clothes from the back of the chair, moving gingerly like she'd just run a marathon.
Ericka slipped into her robe, tying it loosely, eyes never really leaving Amanda.
"You know," Ericka said casually, "Danielle's never letting this go."
Amanda paused mid-shirt.
"She absolutely will bring this up at Thanksgiving."
"Every Thanksgiving," Ericka corrected.
Amanda dropped onto the couch dramatically.
"Cancel the holidays."
Ericka laughed and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Amanda's lips — soft, grounding, affectionate.
"Hey," she murmured. "Still worth it?"
Amanda smiled, slower this time, eyes warm.
"Yeah," she said quietly. "Definitely worth it."
Just then, Amanda's phone buzzed on the counter.
She glanced at it — then groaned.
Amanda:
Please tell me they didn't text the group chat.
Ericka raised a brow. "They texted the group chat."
Amanda read aloud, deadpan:
Danielle:
LOCK YOUR DOORS.
LOVE YOU BOTH.
NEVER EATING AT THAT TABLE AGAIN.
Samantha:
Also congrats on the cardio.
Hydrate.
Amanda buried her face in her hands.
"I'm changing my name."
Ericka laughed and pulled her back in for another kiss, lingering this time, full of humor and love and the kind of intimacy that survived embarrassment.
"Come on," Ericka whispered against her lips.
"Let's clean up. We've got a long day ahead... and I'd like to survive it without more witnesses."
Amanda smiled into the kiss.
"...Deal."