Claire watches the woman sitting next to her with a smile on her lips and remembers the first time they met. Her eyes show the love she feels for Jane right now.
Jane's watching her every move. "What?" she asks, jerking Claire back to reality.
"Sorry. Just remembering," Claire responds with a shrug of the shoulders.
She places a hand on Jane's knee. The soft fabric of the jeans welcome her touch.
"I'm glad you're here," Claire says, locking gazes with her.
"Finally, huh?" Jane replies with a chuckle before covering Claire's hand with her own. "I can't believe we did it. We're actually living together!"
Claire beams. "We are!" she screams before putting her free arm around Jane's shoulders. "It's good to have you as a room-mate, dear."
Jane smiles and leans into Claire's embrace. "Ditto."
Claire rests her temple against Jane's and sighs in contemptment.
It has been a long time since they first met. For one of those inexplicable but perfect twists in fate, they both visited the same bar the same night. They talked for hours and hours. They had a lot in common, they found out. Therefore, they exchanged email adresses and phone numbers and promised to keep in touch.
They kept to their word. And now, 382 days, 4895 emails, 5387 text messages, 649 hours on the phone with each other, 26 movies, 58 lunches, and innumerable laughs later, they are finally living together. Their friendship grew strong enough as to go for it in a short period of time.
Jane turns her head and plants a kiss on Claire's cheek, making her blush. She doesn't move her lips away. Not even when Claire turns her own head to make their lips meet. They might be shocked at first, but none of them says a thing. Instead, they close their eyes and let things flow.
They both give in to the kiss, moving their lips in unison. Claire moves the hand that was resting on Jane's knee up her thigh and towards her friend's pussy. Jane shivers as her hand is moved by Claire's and raises her other hand to cup her cheek.
Slowly, she lowers her hand down Claire's cheek, tracing down her jaw, her neck, and finally cupping one of her breasts. Claire's breath stops for a second and she parts her lips, freezing the kiss.
Jane moves to nibble her neck before straightening her back to remove her own shirt. She's left kneeling on the couch, so she ceases the occasion to move one leg to the other side of Claire's body.