Juliette was standing at the bathroom sink getting ready for bed and thinking about her early morning practice when she catches a glimpse of Samira in the bathroom mirror.
She was standing in the doorway, dressed for bed just like Juliette was, only instead of a ratty cotton tank top and boxer briefs she was wearing a lacy silk camisole and matching panties.
Juliette lifted an eyebrow and tried to keep her brain focused on getting enough sleep for practice tomorrow and not her girlfriend's distracting smirks and those long, long smooth legs. Fuck.
It was a lost cause when Samira came up behind her and pressed herself against her, her hands seeking out her hips over the thick elastic waistband of her boxer briefs. Her lips brushed against her neck.
"Coming to bed?" she asked.
Juliette's blood surged hot in her veins and she gave up any pretense of getting a good night's sleep.
She turns around, and her hands found Samira's hips while her lips found her warm, wet mouth. The way she kissed her was filthy, wanton, and she knew she planned this all along and didn't care.
She glances down and fuck, she could see the outline of Samira's nipples under the thin camisole, could tell that she needed this just as much as she did.
There's no patience, no subtlety left in her as Juliette slid her hands up to touch, to grope at Samira's chest, to pull little whimpers and gasps from her mouth as she teased those nipples through the smooth silk.
She bit and licked at her neck while she touched her and felt her hands tighten on her hips. Samira brushed her lips against her ear.
"Shall we head to bed or did you want to fuck me here in the bathroom?"
Hearing her say it in her low, breathy voice is almost enough to make Juliette want to bend her over the bathroom counter and take her right there, watching in the mirror as she comes apart around her fingers.
She pushed the bathroom fantasies away and growls "bed."
Samira laughs in her ear and wraps her legs around her hips. Juliette grabbed the back of her thighs and half-carried Samira into the bedroom, falling onto the bed with her in a messy tangle of limbs.
Juliette climbs on top of her and kisses her hard, grabs her wrists and pins her down. There is nothing in her head but overwhelming want and the scent and feel and sound of Samira beneath her.
Samira wraps her legs around her again and they grind into each other, their bodies writhing together even though they're both still wearing the clothes they thought they were going to sleep in.
Juliette's underwear is ruined, soaked through, and she can tell that Samira's is too. Their tongues slide together and their teeth nip at each other's lips and Juliette needs her with a powerful, ferocious ache.
She released Samira's wrists so she could push her camisole up and touched those perfect breasts without any fabric in the way. Her nipples are tight rosy buds against her pale skin, and Juliette knows how sensitive they'll be when she starts touching. For once they don't need to be quiet with their other roommates gone and so she doesn't hold back, teasing them between her thumb and pointer finger.
She moans and Juliette grinned ferociously, her head swam with how much she wanted her. She bent down and took Samira's nipple between her lips, sucking gently at first and then harder.
