Ariana loves nights like these. Cosy and warm under a fluffy blanket by a crackling fireplace with her absolute favourite person in the whole wide world.
Charlotte.
Ariana fell in love with her the very first moment they met.
They were assigned as roommates in college, and if Ariana had ever had any doubts about her sexuality before then, they were most certainly trumped after merely ten minutes in the company of her new roomie.
Charlotte is the most beautiful and captivating creature she has ever met. Her hair is a shade of golden brown that is almost always messy. Her rich brown eyes are endless in depth, and her laugh fills their dorm with utter happiness.
Ariana has always been a bit shy. She's not one for making the first move, but after months of pining and wanting, it just seemed to happen.
Nights out became nights in, watching movies and sharing secrets until the early hours of the morning. Sharing a blanket while watching their favourite Netflix series turned into Ariana resting her head on Charlotte's shoulder, and not long after that, she found herself snuggled against the beautiful girl as they lay together on the bright green couch, which they had agreed added a bit of life to the boring style of their temporary home.
Their first kiss felt so natural and just so right, making the change in their relationship practically nonexistent.
***
Charlotte stumbles through the dorm room door; she's adorably clumsy. She grumbles, "Professor McDouchebag is the worst!" before removing her shoes and settling onto Ariana, who is nearly half asleep on the sofa. A soft "oof" escapes her lips, followed shortly by a giggle. She loves it when Charlotte lollops all over her.
"What happened?" Ariana asks, curiosity piqued.
Charlotte grumbles into her neck, tickling Ariana with her warm breath and making her giggle again. "He gave me a D!" She looks up at Ariana with an expression of pure outrage before repeating, "A D! I worked really hard on that paper."
"What was that one about again?" Ariana asks, knowing full well which one it must be.
"The Influence of Cats on Ancient Egyptian Architecture." Charlotte's voice goes up a whole octave at that point, and she flings her hand up in exasperation.
"Cats are basically the backbone of ancient Egyptian society!" Ariana exclaims, intent on fueling her roommate's adorable fury.
"That's exactly what I said!" Charlotte cries, her face growing redder. "And you know what he wrote?" she asks, not leaving a second of silence for a response. "He wrote that my thesis was 'vague and unsupported.'"
"Hmmm," Ariana hums. "Is that the one where your bibliography consisted of a Wikipedia article, a blog post titled 'Cats Are Cool,' and, oh, a list of your favourite cat videos on YouTube?"
Charlotte crosses her arms, crammed between their bodies, huffing. "Those videos are very informative!"
Ariana merely responds with a tight-lipped smirk, struggling to keep a straight face.
Charlotte glares up at her, her frustration bubbling over. "No one appreciates how groundbreaking my approach is. My cat, Whiskers, totally agreed with my thesis!"
"I'm sure Whiskers is a very wise cat, but perhaps consulting some peer-reviewed journals would have helped your case."
Charlotte's expression softens slightly as she snuggles her face back into Ariana's neck, her righteous anger beginning to wane. "Fine, I'll rewrite it," she mumbles before peering back up at her. "But I still think Whiskers would make a great co-author."
Ariana can't help but laugh out loud. She gently pinches Charlotte's chin between her thumb and index finger and kisses her on the tip of the nose. "Anyone else would've gotten an F! You're lucky you're cute!"
Then, with shared giggles and raspberries blown into each other's skin, Charlotte places the softest of kisses just on the corner of Ariana's mouth.
Time stops, and silence falls over them.
Ariana looks into those big brown eyes and feels a rush of warmth fill her chest. Charlotte's gaze flits between her eyes and her lips, just like the prelude to a kiss in the movies. The empty space between their faces almost disappears without Ariana even realising it. With heavy eyelids and synchronised heartbeats, their lips slot together, and it is as natural as breathing.
And just like that, everything changes, yet all seems the same.
***
From that moment on, evenings lying on the couch watching TV became hours of them making out. The TV almost always automatically goes to standby during endless kisses, whispered words, and wandering touches.
***
The first time Ariana touched Charlotte, she nearly came in her panties. Her pretty pussy was impossibly smooth and soft. She quickly acquired a taste for her beautiful girl's cunt too. In Ariana's opinion, there's nothing like getting on her knees and eating pussy. Of course, Charlotte is lovely like that, and lets her lick her out as often as she wants.
***
One rainy night in November, they shared a vibrating wand for the first time.
One of them woke the other, wanting to touch. Neither recall exactly who started it.
After a few moments of gently rubbing against one another, Charlotte grabbed the wand from her drawer.
"Is this okay?" She asked with just a hint of bashfulness.
Ariana nuzzled into her neck and whispered, "Yes."
Charlotte climbed on top of her and lined up the toy. She gently pressed herself against one side and pushed the round, vibrating head directly against Ariana's clit. They whined desperately as, together, they chased release. With no regard for the neighbours at such a late hour, they moaned into each other's mouths, kissing sloppy kisses onto one another's lips. Every little moan and whimper that escaped one pushed the other closer to orgasm.
After frantically rutting onto the toy, one of them came, and in turn, so did the other. The wand fell down onto the bed, and their sticky clits touched. Skin on skin. They rode out the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing against one another. Kissing lazily until they fell asleep in each other's arms, warm naked bodies tangled up until morning.
***
