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Prior to Marilyn, Larissa had never understood the desire for domesticity. The need to have someone to commit to forever. The urge to have someone to hold hands with on the daily.
To bring coffees to in the mornings.
To sit with in the afternoons while doing paperwork. To eat dinner with in the evenings, and to hold and make love to at night.
However after Marilyn, Larissa understood, because nothing before could inspire the same feelings that Marilyn did.
The warmth that flooded her chest when the smaller woman drove into Jericho to pick up both of their coffees. When Marilyn brought her lunch into her office to eat across from her. When Marilyn and she had dinners in Jericho’s only nice restaurant. When Marilyn was safely in her arms in bed, and when Marilyn was letting out soft and breathy moans and whines under Larissa’s skilled touch.
But even after all of that, nothing compared to moments like these, where Larissa had mountains of paperwork to fill out and Marilyn didn’t want to sleep alone. When Marilyn carefully cracked open the door of her office well past midnight and crept in clad only in her nightgown and one of Larissa’s robes that on her, swept the floor. When Larissa looked up and opened her arms in invitation, pushing her chair a little further out. When Marilyn would sit herself on Larissa’s lap in a sort of straddle and rest her head on her chest as she drifted off into slumber.
No, nothing compared to the feeling coursing through her body tonight with Marilyn sleeping peacefully in her lap in the dim light of her office after hours.