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Kirsten and Amy had been back together for a while now, since Amy had come home after Vigil. It had been long enough that some of Kirsten’s lesbian friends were starting to give her a hard time about still maintaining two apartments. They had a great relationship and had heaps of fun together. Oh, and the sex was amazing. They seemed so well matched in the bedroom (and the kitchen, and the lounge room, and the stairwell at work that no one used anymore - that had been a great quicky) and Amy felt safe to suggest something new, but knowing you can never be sure, she was still a little nervous. She knew Kirsten was working late all this week, but also knew the case was wrapping up and they both had the weekend off. She sent Kirsten a message, with no room for compromise.

Wanna spend the weekend at my place? We can have a few cocktails after work on Friday and see where the evening takes us. Wear something sexy.

Nothing like a bit of dutch courage to help her broach the subject with Kirsten, and there was a new cocktail bar down the street, right next door to an Ann Summers shop.

Friday rolled around and Amy sent a message to make sure that Kirsten remembered to take her going out clothes to change into after work, and to let her know that they’d meet outside the station at 8:15. It wasn’t long to get ready after work, but she didn’t want to lose a minute of this weekend.

By 8:13pm, she was already on the street, having quickly changed, thrown on a coat of mascara and stuffed her work clothes into her locker to pick up on Monday. She was in shiny black boots, fitted black pants, a simple white v-neck t-shirt and a sharp black jacket with satin lapels. She was feeling pretty confident and couldn’t wait to see what Kirsten was wearing. As soon as she saw her, she almost dragged her back to that stairwell again!

Kirsten was so sexy and it seemed so effortless to Amy. Purple Doc Martin's - she was such a lesbian - dark blue skinny jeans which hugged her arse perfectly, and a corset. The black corset was new. She had definitely taken the ‘wear something sexy’ part of the message to heart. Kirsten was just putting her hair up in a bun too. Amy loved seeing her neck so exposed. She walked up to Amy and placed three fingers under her chin, closing her mouth.

“Be careful not to catch any flies” she said, as she kept walking with a light laugh, not waiting for Amy to snap out of her daze and jog to catch up.

So Kirsten was in a cheeky mood. Perfect, thought Amy. After a short walk, they ended up at The Greenroom, just as Amy had planned, and she ordered them the cocktails which looked most interesting from their menu. Kirsten’s was foamy and had a crystallised rose petal floating on top, and Amy’s had a real kick, with the main ingredients being gin, coriander and jalapeños. After a few of those each, and a few plates of tapas to share Amy was feeling braver, and also couldn’t wait much longer to get her hands on Kirsten. Staring at her all night looking so completely smouldering was bittersweet torture.

“Do you trust me Kirsten? Do you want to go on an adventure with me?”

Kirsten nodded and then followed her out the door, not seeming to hesitate when Amy took them straight back through the next door and upstairs. She didn’t think Kirsten was a prude, not by a long shot, but she also knew a lot of women who had never been into a sex shop because of the reputation they had. Ann Summers was different though. The staff working that night were all women and they were greeted with a bright hello. There were no dingy dark corners, the room was well lit, and the big neon ‘Good Vibes’ sign on the back wall only added to the open and friendly atmosphere.

Amy turned to look at Kirsten, and giggled as she put 3 fingers under Kirsten’s chin and closed her mouth. “Be careful not to catch any flies” she parroted Kirsten from earlier. She followed that up with “are you game?” and took the slight eyebrow raise and one sided smirk as an affirmative response.

After looking around for a minute or two, and being a little overwhelmed by the choices available, Amy was glad to see a staff member walking towards where she was standing, Kirsten having wandered off towards the shibari display. After a little back and forth with the sales woman, Amy called out across the shop.

“Kirsten, do you want to wear leather or rubber?” She didn’t really give Kirsten time to answer before turning back to tell Beatrix they’d take a leather harness, and a purple dildo that had a space for a small vibrator ‘for her pleasure’, as it said on the box.

Kirsten hummed her approval and the purchase was completed before they headed back downstairs and grabbed the first taxi that came past. Thank god it was only a short trip to Amy’s flat, because Amy didn’t want to keep her hands off Kirsten any longer, and was completely unsurprised when Kirsten reached inside her jacket almost as soon as the cab driver had the address. She was starting to feel pretty turned on, by her imagination, and the feeling of Kirsten’s hands exploring her body, her lips just teasing the edges of her breasts. She almost couldn’t help herself as she bit down on Kirsten’s shoulder. Kirsten’s surprised noise had definitely drawn a look from the cabbie, but Amy couldn’t care less as she sucked and kissed the spot she’d just bitten, half soothing, half teasing. That mark was going to last a while, but should, maybe, be just low enough to disappear under the collar of her usual work shirts. When they arrived home, she almost fell out onto the curb in her rush to pay the driver and get inside. Kirsten didn’t make it any easier, grabbing her breasts from behind as she tried to get the key into the lock.

Finally in the door, she threw her jacket onto the hall table and took three seconds to pee, kicking off the boots she never laced, and putting the rest of her clothes into the laundry basket. She walked out to see Kirsten had hung her jacket on the back of the door and was already taking her boots off as well.

Amy picked up their shopping bag, snipped off the tags, checked there were batteries in the mini vibe, and gave the dildo a quick rinse in the kitchen sink. She came back to the lounge room just as Kirsten got her second boot off, and straddled her lap, pushing her back against the sofa. Kirsten pushed her away, needing the toilet, and taking the harness and dildo with her. She understood the assignment.

Fuck. Amy was fucked. Which is exactly what she wanted to be. She didn’t want to walk straight tomorrow. She was used to being in charge, but Kirsten had definitely taken that role from her just seconds ago. She wondered if she should stay where she was, or wait in the bedroom. She should definitely turn some lights off, and others on, and maybe put a drink beside the bed?

By the time she'd done all the lights and found and filled 2 bottles with water, Kirsten was opening the bathroom door, naked except for her corset, a new leather harness and a raging purple hard on. Amy nearly dropped the bottles, then rushed to put them down on the nearer bedside table.

When she turned around Kirsten was right there, and pushed her to sit on the side of the bed, facing the mirrored wardrobe doors. Kirsten climbed up onto the bed and sat behind her. Amy could feel the hard rubber pressing against the small of her back. Kirsten reached around and pulled her knees wide apart, demanding that she touch herself, that she make herself ready to be fucked.

Oh god, this was so hot. Amy thanked her lucky stars she was capable of multiple orgasms, because at this rate the first one was going to hit her any second. Then Kirsten pulled her hands away from her centre, maybe she’d been watching Amy’s pupils dilate. Amy felt Kirsten push her to stand her up and turn her around. She’d moved herself a little further from the edge of the bed and then leaned back on her arms. Amy loved Kirsten’s body, it was so lythe and supple and her breasts were perfect and right now, Amy wanted to feel them in her hands, her lips, nipples hardening under her tongue. Damn that corset. Damn her for being so sexy.

She climbed up onto Kirsten, rubbing her centre along the length of the dildo as she kissed her way up Kirsten’s chest, moaning onto her collar bone as the dildo flicked against her clit. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted to feel Kirsten inside her, wanted to fuck her, and be fucked by her.

“Kirsten, I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to fuck me til I come, and then fuck me until you come. Please Kirsten, I’m so turned on, you’re so fucking sexy”.

She looked down between them, found the head of Kirsten’s cock and guided it into herself, loving the full feeling and slowing down as she neared the base of it, wondering if it was all going to fit. She sat up on her knees and then lowered herself all the way down. Just as she reached the deepest her knees would bend, Kirsten thrust up. Whelp. Yep, that all fits in there. She rocked gently back and forth getting used to feeling so full of Kirsten, and it felt amazing.

Kirsten sat up and the change of angle put pressure on Amy’s clit in just about the perfect way. She was definitely going to come fast. As Kirsten started rocking her hips, Amy held on to her shoulders and dropped her head backwards just loving the way she felt pinned to Kirsten, connected in a way she hadn’t been ever before. She dropped forward again, riding Kirsten, rocking into her, grunting as she got closer to climax.

She felt Kirsten’s hands on her arse and noticed that Kirsten was looking at the mirror. That was the kicker, to know that Kirsten was probably watching where she entered Amy, sliding in and out of her. Amy came undone at that thought, lost her rhythm as she came. She dug her sensibly short fingernails into Kirsten’s shoulder blades as she convulsed in Kirsten’s lap, and held on for dear life as she felt Kirsten roll her over, staying inside her as she did.

Kirsten kissed her back down to earth then slowly eased out of her, reaching out to get herself a drink. She didn't offer any to Amy, just looked at her while she took a few sips, then told her to roll over.

Kirsten in charge was hot as fuck and Amy did as she was told without hesitation but swung around on the bed so her head was on a pillow, and if she turned her head just right, she could see the mirror this time. She felt Kirsten's weight on the end of the bed, felt her breath on the back of her knees, then Kirsten's hands were under her hips, lifting her up.

Kirsten moved closer and gently slid the dildo along Amy's sex, teasing her just a little. Amy felt the slight change as Kirsten must have turned on the vibrator. God she was sexy.

Kirsten teased her opening with the head of the dildo for longer than she wanted, but she did nothing more than whimper impatiently. Kirsten took pity on her and guided the head of the penis into Amy's waiting body. Amy loved what she could see in the mirror, Kirsten slowly thrusting into her from behind, staring down at her arse with pure lust in her eyes. The thrusts started slowly, with just a little extra push at their depth, then Kirsten reached out and grabbed her hips to rock Amy harder back against her. Oh yes, this was definitely hot. As Kirsten sped up Amy dropped her head down onto the pillow as her arms gave out, but couldn't help but ask for more, harder, faster as she reached under herself to rub her clit. Sex with Kirsten was always great, but this was next level. Kirsten taking charge was such a fucking turn on.

“Ugh, Amy, you are so sexy. You love my cock don't you?”

Oh god now she was talking dirty, in that sexy AF accent. “yes, I love cock, I'm so full, it feels so fucking good Kirsten, you're going to make me come again.”

That response must have been appreciated because Kirsten started to really slam into her, clearly close herself, if the noises and stuttering rhythm was anything to go by. Her hand reached out and grabbed Amy's hair as she collapsed a little over Amy's back, but she wasn't finished as she kept thrusting. Amy rubbed her clit with the ball of her hand, feeling with her finger tips where Kirsten was sliding into her. That was the end of Amy's restraint, she was coming again, almost shouting out her pleasure, taking over the thrusting action as Kirsten fully collapsed on her. She couldn't keep it up for long, but she didn't need to as Kirsten tapped out and rolled over onto her back, spread eagled in the middle of the bed, eyes closed and breathing hard, the purple dildo still standing tall from her apex.

Amy couldn't help herself, she loved Kirsten's body and she was in such a euphoric state, she kissed her way down from collar bones, over the tops those breasts she loved so much, down and around the cock, sliding her fingers gently between the leather straps between her legs while using her other hand to undo the buckles at the hips. She pulled the harness off by the dildo and turned just far enough to hang it on the end of the bed before returning to kiss her way up Kirsten's legs and then gently licking along the outside of her vulva, before pressing a little harder against Kirsten's clit. She knew Kirsten generally needed a long time to recover, but hoped that she wasn't feeling too sensitive because as much as Amy had loved Kirsten being in control and fucking her like that, she had missed feeling her, tasting her. Kirsten shivered under her ministrations, probably from aftershocks more than what Amy was doing, but after a moment she pulled Amy up to kiss her and to finally undo the laces on her corset. Releasing the busk, Amy instantly started massaging her freed breasts, before Kirsten pulled Amy's head down to rest on her shoulder.

Amy stayed where she was for a while, listening to Kirsten's breathing even out and slow, before she got up to hang the corset over the end of the bed, have a drink and go to the loo. She was definitely going to feel this in the morning. She crawled back into bed next to Kirsten, pulling the covers over them both as Kirsten snuggled closer even as she slept.

As she woke in Kirsten’s arms late the next morning, the dildo still hanging on the end of the bed, she felt the slight sting in her crotch of an amazing night of sex. She could tell Kirsten was already awake, even though her eyes were closed, so she took this first moment to clear something up that had occurred to her before she'd finally passed out from exhaustion and satiation last night.

“Good morning my gorgeous Kirsten. I know I said last night that I loved cock, and it felt so good to feel it inside me, but I want you to know, I love Your cock. I want to feel You inside me. I don't need a penis to come, and I know you know that, and I'm not secretly missing having a male partner, nor do I think there's been anything lacking in our sex life, but last night was so hot, and I'm so glad you were willing to come with me, no pun intended.”

“Next time, we shop in the shibari section”

Kirsten's reply made Amy laugh and kiss her girlfriend, telling her exactly how much she loved her, and then sliding down beneath the sheets to show her in a way they were both so good at, together.

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Kirsten and Amy had been back together for a while now, since Amy had come home after Vigil. It had been long enough that some of Kirsten’s lesbian friends were starting to give her a hard time about still maintaining two apartments. They had a great relationship and had heaps of fun together. Oh, and the sex was amazing. They seemed so well matched in the bedroom (and the kitchen, and the lounge room, and the shower - hooray for detachable shower heads) and while Amy was definitely a little more adventurous than Kirsten, Kirsten was one hundred percent up for it. She'd always been the more dominant one in previous relationships, but not with Amy. She was more of an angel in the street, freak in the sheets kind of woman and Kirsten was loving matching her one for one. It didn’t matter that Amy had never had sex with a woman before Kirsten, she knew her body, knew what she wanted, and knew how to get it (and give it). Kirsten had never even considered having sex at work, let alone in a stairwell with no locks, but when Amy had bumped into her on their coffee break and dragged her in there one day, she took full advantage of the easy access joggers Kirsten had been wearing that day as she trapped Kirsten between her thigh and the wall. That had been so hot, knowing there was a chance anyone could walk in and discover them, even though she'd never seen a single person use these stairs before. Amy had come so fast, she must have felt it too.

When she received a message from Amy about staying for the weekend and wearing something sexy, she knew Amy was planning something, and couldn't wait to see what she had in store for them.

She'd spent ages staring into her wardrobe wondering what Amy would find sexy, and eventually decided she needed something new. She’d seen someone wearing a corset at a bar recently, and knew that would work. She paired it with some tight jeans and her favourite boots, polished to within an inch of their life. She'd never gotten such a good shine on them.

As she came out of the station after work, she took a moment to just watch Amy from afar. Boots, fitted pants, and a jacket so sexy she almost swooned. She swallowed hard. Amy looked amazing. She almost forgot that she actually needed to walk, lost in the image of her.

The automatic door opened and closed again behind her, bumping Kirsten out of her fantasy, and also alerting Amy to her presence. She must have chosen the right outfit, because Amy just stared at her, her mouth slightly open, her eyes smouldering. She strutted just a little more, and closed Amy's mouth on her way past, not stopping as she told her to be careful of catching flies.

She heard Amy start jogging to catch up and swung her hips just a little as she laughed. This was going to be a fun night.

They walked down the street arm in arm, not caring if anyone was looking at them, but it was Friday night in Glasgow, no one was looking at them. They caught up on their day, and Amy admitted to planning this weekend, but not saying anything more about what was in store.

Kirsten noticed that this new bar was right next door to Ann Summers, but didn't really think any more of it as she found a table while Amy ordered for them both. Amy knew by now the kind of flavours she liked, and the fact she just couldn't stomach vodka after writing herself off with it as a teen. After a few minutes, Amy appeared with two cocktails, one garnished with cucumber, and one with a rose petal. Amy extended the rose cocktail to her. Kirsten took it, but leaned over and took a sip of Amy's cocktail, just because she could really. Oo, spicy. Nice.

It was a quaint bar, the music being provided by an old record player in the corner that anyone could use. There was an old black and white movie being projected onto the back wall, and a slightly vintage/bohemian vibe.

After a few drinks, and a few less than subtle looks at Amy's cleavage, it was definitely time to take this party somewhere more private.

Amy asked if she trusted her. Surely she knew by now that Kirsten did trust her, completely. And she would go on any adventure with Amy, as she had already and hoped to continue doing for a long time to come. Maybe she needed to be explicit about how much she still loved Amy, how deeply Amy had affected her, and their time apart hadn’t ever changed that. Honestly, she could see herself proposing to this woman. Maybe she should start planning that…

In all that thought, she'd hardly noticed they'd walked into the sex shop. Her jaw dropped a little, at their location, at an inkling of Amy's plans, and at the new clarity that she wanted Amy to be her wife. Amy closed her mouth for her, and aped her own words about catching flies right back at her.

Kirsten followed Amy into the store, happy to take her lead, until she noticed the shibari display on the side wall. She wandered over, mesmerised by the intricate knots, unable to resist feeling the silken ropes, fantasising about Amy tying her up.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a question from Amy across the room. She had been so deep into that fantasy that she hadn't actually heard the question, just Amy's tone. She wandered back over as Amy requested a harness and a shimmering purple dildo for them, and realised Amy had been asking her what kind of harness she wanted to wear. So this was what she had planned for them. Kirsten had no complaints about their sex life ‘til now, and didn't think Amy had been unsatisfied at any time by her lack of appendage, but she was willing to strap on if Amy wanted her to.

Kirsten watched Amy’s bum as they walked back down the stairs, and slipped her hands inside that exquisite jacket almost as soon as they got into the cab, probably giving the taxi driver his jollies for the night. She kissed along the neckline of Amy’s t-shirt, wishing it exposed just a little more cleavage. Now that she’d had a moment to consider it more, she was definitely looking forward to getting home and stripping down to almost nothing. She could tell that Amy was turned on too, by the way she tripped out of the taxi, and then ground her buttocks back against Kirsten rather than trying to get the door open. Admittedly, Kirsten was cheating, having grabbed both breasts and pinching hard across nipples - she wanted to make sure Amy had felt it.

Kirsten let her go, and let her rush to the loo while she herself locked the door and hung Amy’s jacket neatly behind it, then sat on the sofa to start taking her boots off. When Amy walked back out of the bathroom with nothing left on, she lost all coordination in her fingers, making the second boot a real struggle.

She was just placing it neatly next to the first boot when Amy came back out of the kitchen with the dildo seated in the ring of the harness, which she dropped onto the sofa before straddling Kirsten’s lap. Kirsten arched her back a little to help Amy unlace her corset, knowing how happy she’d be to see her breasts, but then changed her mind. Kirsten wasn’t in the mood for a slow build up, and she was sure Amy didn’t need it either.

She pushed Amy back, picked up the harness and headed for the bathroom. She decided to leave the corset on because the way Amy looked at her made her feel so sexy, the black material accentuating her waist and cleavage. She undressed below the waist, leaving her clothes in a pile with her boots, then sat down to wee and work out exactly how to get this harness on. It didn’t take long, and when she opened the bathroom door, in her corset and the soft leather straps, Amy was like a deer in headlights, trapped and unsure if she should get closer or run away.

Kirsten followed her as she carried the water into the bedroom (she was so thoughtful) then pushed her down so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She still wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to start this, so took a moment to climb onto the bed behind her girlfriend, scooting in close to sit behind her. Pressing the dildo against Amy’s back was an unexpected sensation, but god it was a good one. She leaned far enough forward that she could see all of Amy reflected in the mirror opposite them. She pushed Amy’s knees apart and told her to touch herself, to make herself ready to be fucked.

She could see that Amy was already dripping wet, and didn’t want her bringing herself to orgasm, so pushed her hands away. She turned Amy around so Amy could watch as she moved further back and lay down, exposing the length of her body, tilting her hips so the dildo stood tall from her pubic bone.

Amy climbed up her body, cat like, and moaning against her chest as she felt the dildo against her centre.

“Kirsten, I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to fuck me until I come, and then fuck me until you come. Please Kirsten, I’m so turned on, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Kirsten was sexy? Amy had no idea how amazing she looked, how much Kirsten wanted to make her come. She couldn’t wait, and was so glad when Amy reached down to guide the dildo into herself. She was so controlled as Amy lowered herself gently down onto her lap, or at least she tried to be until an almost involuntary thrust drove home the last centimetre of cock.

She let Amy rock on her lap for about half a second before she needed to sit up and hold Amy in her arms. Amy arched her back as she rode the dildo and Kirsten loved what she was seeing, holding her hips and thrusting up into her, using muscles she never knew she owned. When Amy collapsed back against her, she noticed the mirror and the fact that she could see the cock sliding in and out of Amy’s pussy. Kirsten grabbed her arse then, watching the mirror to see how deep she could get. That didn’t last long though as she felt Amy’s fingers digging into her shoulders, hard enough that she would probably bruise, and the rhythm became erratic as Amy came in her lap. She rolled Amy over onto her back, keeping the dildo inside her, and soothed her and loved her as she came back down to earth.

While Kirsten wasn't normally the one to take charge during sex, she had no trouble letting Amy know what she wanted. But having a phallus strapped to her front made her feel powerful. She felt commanding and while she was going to give Amy everything she'd asked for, she was going to do it her way. She sat up and took a long drink and looked at Amy while she considered what she wanted to do, how exactly to stay in charge of this situation. It didn't take too long to decide. She had always loved backs and Amy's was definitely no exception.

“Roll over.” She left no room for questions, and when Amy complied without hesitation she felt even more powerful. This must be why Amy loved being so dominant. And while she began to understand the appeal, she had no desire to take this role from Amy permanently, because submitting to her had brought them to this very point now. Even in this, she was submitting to Amy, and she loved it. It was her kink, vanilla as it seemed against so many other kinks, but she was absolutely a bottom when it came to Amy.

Kirsten kissed Amy’s feet, then worked her way up towards Amy’s arse. She could smell her, Amy had always smelled musky and primal to Kirsten and it turned her on so much. She reached down to the base of the dildo and found the switch for the vibrator, then grabbed Amy’s hips and dragged them up. She’d fucked Amy from behind before, but never like this, never with her arse in the air, open and exposed like this.

She took the penis in her hand, rubbing it along Amy’s sex, enjoying the way the vibrator made contact with different parts of her with the changing angles. When Amy whimpered, she realised she’d been in her own little world of pleasure, and put her focus back on the gorgeous arse in front of her. She slid the cock, her cock, into Amy, loving the view from this angle. She thrust slowly at first, in no rush to end this, but the little extra buzz she got at the depth of each thrust was winding her up pretty quickly. She grabbed Amy’s hips so she could get just a little more leverage.

When Amy’s head dropped down onto the pillow, she saw her hand slide under herself, knowing that Amy was rubbing her own clit. She heard her mumbling about more, harder, don’t stop. She grunted with pleasure as she drove in a bit deeper.

“Amy, you are so sexy. You love my cock, don’t you?”

Clearly the dirty talk worked for Amy because within moments she said she was going to come again. That would never do. It was Kirsten’s turn now, she could just wait in line. She started really rocking, the sound of skin slapping against skin as she bottomed out was just so fucking hot, she was going to come so soon. Her body folded as the pressure built, and she laced her fingers into Amy’s hair as she tried to keep thrusting from this angle.

As she came, she heard Amy cry out and felt her pushing back up against her collapsed body, Amy’s knees also giving out. Kirsten rolled over onto her back, hearing the very satisfying pop as the dildo slipped out of Amy. She was so spent, with the dildo still vibrating lightly, sending shockwaves through her body again and again. She felt Amy slide down her body, felt fingers against her clit as the buckles were released and the harness was removed. She opened her eyes to watch Amy kiss her way up her legs, knowing what Amy wanted to do, but not sure if her body could handle it.

The aftershocks continued to shiver through her as she felt Amy’s tongue on her clit, but she was just too sensitive after that amazing orgasm, and pulled Amy up to kiss her, tasting herself on her lips. She reached around and undid the bow on the corset lacing, releasing just enough tension for Amy to be able to pop open the busk. There were those breasts she had been trying to get to all night, so she let Amy massage them in her hands for a moment, before succumbing to how exhausted she really was.

She pulled Amy’s head down on her shoulder and was asleep within about 0.3 seconds.

She woke before Amy the next morning, went to the bathroom and then climbed right back in next to her where she had been all night, just revelling in the feel of Amy’s naked body tucked against hers, closing her eyes and just breathing in the scent of them together. They really were great in the bedroom (and the spa, and the tent, and on that bush walk they’d taken - thank god she’d packed that picnic blanket) and so much more besides.

Amy woke up, and the first thing she said was to clarify that she had loved being fucked by Kirsten, but that she didn’t need that to be happy, and it was the fact that it was Kirsten’s cock that had made it so amazing, not just the cock itself. Amy was so open and vulnerable with her, that she took the chance to be open herself too.

“Next time we shop in the shibari section.”

Maybe Amy was as turned on by that idea as she was, because she wasted no time in making her way down Kirsten’s body, giving her the first of many orgasms they had that day.

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Epilogue

“You know, I can still feel that tingle from Friday”. It was Monday morning and Amy was standing behind Kirsten at the kitchen sink, resting her head against Kirsten’s bare shoulder blades, noticing a row of small bruises, realising they were made by her own fingers. She kissed them one by one, humming “I guess you can too, hey? Does that mark on your shoulder hurt at all?”

Kirsten turned to face her, wiping her damp hands on her pj shorts before wrapping them around Amy. “Hmm? Oh, I’d forgotten it was even there! I’ve had such an amazing weekend with you Amy, and not just in the bedroom. Spending time here with you, in the quiet moments, just being, I’m so comfortable with you. I mean look at me, I’m doing breakfast dishes in nothing but my shorts, half completely relaxed, half just waiting for you to jump my bones. And I am happy with however that plays out.”

Amy took that as an invitation, dipping her head to nuzzle Kirsten’s cleavage, loving the sound of her laughter. With one more light kiss she looked up into Kirsten’s smiling eyes.

“Move in.”

“Marry me.”

They’d spoken at the same time, but Amy definitely heard what Kirsten said. “Yes? I mean, yes! I am certain it’s a yes. Oh my god Kirsten, yes! But, when are you moving in?”

Kirsten never spent another night in her old flat.