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Laura smirked as she heard the lock of her room door release. It swung open noiselessly, save for the short squeal Bradley released as she crossed the threshold.
"Babe, did you see me?" She asked, tossing her coat and purse before the door could slip shut.
Laura's smile reached her dimples, and she nodded. "Of course I did."
Bradley flung off her shoes with a few quick kicks, and with another skip was across the room and on the couch.
She beamed and threw her arms around Laura's shoulders.
"And with less than a day to prep," Laura continued, turning to take Bradley's face in her hands and offer up a gentle kiss. "You were amazing."
But that didn't quite cover it. Bradley Jackson was more than amazing, she was something. She'd become everything.
It had only hurt a little to fall so hard. A broken vase, and the shard that had cut her finger. That night they had both cried, both apologized and both been absolved.
Now Laura spent hours reorganizing her schedule and using her clout to set up interviews just so she could whip up a little working holiday. She'd thought it might seem a bit desperate, celebrating Valentine's Day felt a tad juvenile at her age, but Bradley, who was sorrowfully new to romance, said it was sweet and kissed her.
She'd tasted like champagne and maple syrup, and Laura fell again, this time without the pain.
"I'm not sure amazing is even the right word."
Bradley's smile grew brighter than all the lights in Vegas as she pounced, pushing Laura back flat onto the couch. Laura smiled, while Bradley giggled between kisses.
"Wow, Laura Peterson at a loss for words," Bradley said as they pulled apart.
Laura chuckled. "It happens, but only when you're around."
Bradley blushed. "Yeah?"
Laura nodded, as Bradley laid her head on Laura's shoulder. "You seem to have that effect on me," she admitted, pulling Bradley's shirt from her skirt and running her hands underneath.
Bradley shivered, as Laura's fingertips ran up her sides. "I think I like that."
"This?" Laura asked, squeezing the smooth flesh of pliable hips.
Bradley let out a squeak and a giggle as Laura's hands moved back up tickling her ribs. "I'm never opposed to you feeling me up, but I think leaving the great Laura Peterson at a loss for words…"
Laura laughed. "Well, Ms. Jackson," she added, her voice dropping low as she rasped it along the name.
Bradley's only answer was a moan, as one of Laura's hands reached down the back of her skirt and squeezed.
Bradley shivered as adept fingers unhooked her bra, and soft lips were dragged along the side of her face.
Laura's voice filled her ear as she finished her sentence. "Let me show you what my mouth can do, when I'm at a loss for words."