Author's Note: Believe it or not, I didn't forget about these two and I'm happy to release this third installment to their story. Enjoy!
They're sore in the morning, Kitten more so than Lyl but even the muscular woman can't escape it. Sex that lasts all night always works out places you'd never think of until sunrise.
At some point they'd turned off the rose colored lights and slept for a few hours in darkness. Lyl had vague memories of the sky beginning to lighten, signaling the coming dawn. She remembered that Kitten was facing her, her lips so close, and her body pressed to her own. She meant to only kiss her lightly, nothing more, but they ended up making out then fingering each other sleepily.
Her arms pulled the pink-haired femme closer to her as their kiss deepened, replacing fingers with each other's thighs as their legs intertwined. They made out and grinded on each other beneath the blankets, delighting in the warm, tight, friction of their bodies. Lyl remembered grasping Kitten's plump ass tightly as she sucked on her tongue, pulling a drowsy squeal from her in the process.
Who knows who came first as they became increasingly entangled but they drifted off again not long after. Now she lay awake, the sun streaming into Kitten's bedroom as she held the smaller woman against her.
It was a little strange, her own home was mostly a minimalist black and white, much like her wardrobe. Kitten's room was filled with healthy leafy green plants, her walls decorated with feminine abstracts in pale pink and lavender hues, and two modern white lacquered drawers with gold accents. Her brother's words that she'd stepped out of an Anthropologie catalogue echoed in her head.
She spied the cracked double doors of her closet facing the bed and could see a sliver of clothes in the same palette. Were Kitten not partially laying atop her she'd probably look in there out of sheer curiosity of what else a woman like her wore. Smirking to herself, Lyl thinks that she's positive that Kitten would model anything she wished out of her closet. She would definitely ask for the pink leather set with all the gold buckles and angel's wings later.
Just as that thought crosses her mind, Kitten groans and stirs against her. She's beginning to wake up blearily, squinting against the sunlight and wrinkling her nose when she finds her skin sticking to Lyl's. Her pink hair is flat on one side and mussed on the other. In the daylight she looks well fucked, the bruises on her neck have darkened, and her lips are still swollen.
It takes her a brief moment to remember that Lyl is beneath her but her brown eyes soften and she smiles sleepily, "Good morning."
"Good morning," Lyl replies, running her fingers through the flattened strands of Kitten's hair to loosen her curls, "how are you feeling?"
"Sore," Kitten chuckles, her eyes sparkling, "but I never was a morning person." She briefly nuzzles her face into the palm of her lover's somewhat calloused hand as she begins to rise. The sun illuminates her brown skin, still flushed from their exertions, and her dark brown nipples stick out proudly from her full breasts.
"Last night was so great, thank you for coming by even if you were late," Kitten says the last part with a teasing grin, "it was worth the wait."
Something pulls at Lyl hearing this, a bittersweet feeling that Kitten was happy with their second encounter but perhaps there would not be a third. She was so into this girl it didn't occur to her that she might actually be straight or worse, had a boyfriend. What if she was only some experiment to her and Malcolm was right all along? She was just hopelessly infatuated.
"I'm glad, I had a good time too." It wasn't a lie but her thoughts dampered her enthusiasm. She tried to cover it up with a wan smile and hoped that Kitten didn't notice. Unfortunately, judging by the worried crease between her brows she seemed to.
"Would you like to stay for breakfast? I can make us a little something, it shouldn't take long-" The words come pouring from the pink-haired woman's mouth before she stops herself and blushes with embarrassment, "But you did say you had to open right? It's already late and I'm sure you have lots of things to do so-"
"Hey," Lyl interrupts and begins to sit up, the muscles in her core aching, "stop apologizing, I would love to stay for breakfast. Don't overthink this."
She somehow manages to get her tone to soften and it seems to reassure the younger woman. Her eyes dip to Kitten's full lips, still swollen from being bitten and sucked all night, and she resists the urge to kiss her.
"Sorry, I've uh... this is not something I usually do, have people over like this," the pastel femme explains, gesturing between the two or them, "I'm not sure what happens now."
She's too adorable, the flutter in Lyl's stomach is quickly replaced by her thumping heart and a pulse in her loins. Smiling, she reaches for Kitten's hand and presses a reassuring kiss to her knuckles, "We have breakfast and my employees take care of themselves. They can open without me."
Or so she thinks, there's probably at least ten messages between the morning manager and Malcolm on her phone by now. Those would have to wait until later too. Kitten might be straight or at least questioning but she clearly didn't have anyone else, she wanted her to stay.
"Right, you are the boss," Kitten says, flashing Lyl a small smile before she looks over her shoulder at her closet. Just like that, she's worried again and she catches her bottom lip briefly between her teeth, "My uhm...my bathroom is kind of a mess and I don't think I have a robe that will fit you. Do you mind using the one downstairs? It has a shower, if you need it."
She turns back around to look at Lyl and the handsome woman waves her hand in an easy-going manner, "I brought extra clothes and all that. I don't mind."
Suddenly in the mood to freshen up, she hefts her large body out of the bed and takes a moment to stretch her naked frame in the light of the sun. The muscles in Lyl's back creak and her bones crack as she does so but her body is much looser afterwards. Rounding the bed, she notices Kitten watching with a vaguely hungry stare. She smirks to herself then picks up her forgotten clothes and overnight bag.
She was being insecure, Kitten was definitely into her.
As Lyl makes her way toward the bedroom door, she hears the pink-haired femme call out behind her, "It's that door on your left, at the end of the kitchen."
The tall woman nods once to indicate that she heard her then heads off naked in the direction indicated. She was sticky with sweat and a shower would do her some good.
Kitten, meanwhile, remains glued to her spot in bed after Lyl has gone and she looks around her room with a deep, satisfied, sigh. Her sheer dress lay in a wrinkled heap on the carpeted floor and the gold ring on her leather collar betrayed its hiding place halfway beneath her night stand. At some point in the middle of the night, it must have fallen in the crevice between the bed and the small piece of furniture.
She wasn't lying about bringing women home, this was the first time she'd had an overnight visitor ever. Never had she brought home a lover or even a one night stand. Not since her last tiny little apartment when she first moved to Seattle years ago.
