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Jane tweaks the reverb knob for the third time. The studio is dim, lit only by the glow of the screens and a soft red corner lamp. They’ve been locked in here for five hours. The beat is solid, but something’s missing. It needs more weight. It needs truth.
Akriila sits beside her in the swivel chair, legs crossed, hair falling loose over one shoulder. She leans toward the screen, her arm brushing Jane’s.
“Try pulling the high-pass down a little more,” she says quietly. “I want it to feel like it’s breathing underneath everything.”
Jane does it. The sound shifts. Akriila closes her eyes and nods slowly, wearing that focused expression Jane has come to recognize over the past few weeks of working together.
“That’s it,” Akriila murmurs. “Right there.”
Jane glances at her sideways. She can’t help it. They’ve been like this for days—creating, tweaking, laughing at stupid things at three in the morning. Every time Akriila leans in to point something out on the screen, Jane feels a warmth that has nothing to do with the studio heat.
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Akriila goes quiet for a moment, staring at the waveform moving across the monitor.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks suddenly.
“Always,” Jane replies.
“When you’re working… your eyes light up. It’s like the music comes out of you in a way I’ve barely seen in anyone else. I like watching you like that.”
Jane feels her face warm. She looks down at the keyboard.
“I’m not used to people saying things like that to me.”
Akriila smiles softly.
“You should be. Because it’s true.”
The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s heavy. Charged. Jane can hear her own heartbeat louder than the kick drum still looping in the background.
Akriila turns her chair toward her. Their knees touch.
“You okay?” she asks.
Jane nods but doesn’t speak. Akriila reaches up and gently tucks a strand of hair behind Jane’s ear, careful, like she’s handling something delicate.
“Jane…” she whispers.
And that’s when everything breaks.
Jane leans in first. The kiss is slow, hesitant. Akriila’s lips are soft and warm, and when she kisses back, it’s with a tenderness that tightens something in Jane’s chest. They kiss unhurriedly, exploring, while the beat keeps playing underneath, deep bass vibrating through the floor.
Akriila climbs into her lap without breaking the kiss. Her hands slide around Jane’s neck, over her shoulders, down her back.
“Are you sure?” she asks against her lips.
“Yes,” Jane breathes. “I want this.”
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Akriila carefully pulls Jane’s hoodie off. Her fingers graze Jane’s skin as she does, leaving trails of heat. When she reaches her pants, she looks up.
“Can I?”
Jane nods.
Akriila touches her with a patience Jane wasn’t expecting. Her hands are gentle, curious. She traces Jane’s chest, down her stomach, and when she reaches her already-hard cock, she wraps her fingers around it softly.
“You’re so pretty…” Akriila whispers, looking her in the eyes. “Everything about you is beautiful.”
Jane lets out a shaky sound. Akriila starts moving her hand slowly, watching every reaction. Every time Jane moans, Akriila smiles and kisses her neck, her collarbone, her chest.
“Tell me if you want me to stop or change anything,” she says softly.
“Don’t stop,” Jane answers. “Please.”
Akriila kneels in front of the chair. She looks up one last time, asking with her eyes. Jane nods.
When Akriila’s mouth closes around her, Jane grips the arms of the chair. The heat, the wetness, the slow movement of her tongue… it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Akriila sucks her with devotion, taking her time, making small satisfied noises that vibrate against Jane’s skin.
“You taste so good,” Akriila murmurs, pulling back for a second to kiss her hip. “So fucking good.”
Jane is trembling. Akriila stands, pulls off her own shirt and shorts, and climbs back onto her lap. She grinds her wet pussy against Jane’s cock, not taking her in yet, just sliding along her.
“Do you want to be inside me?” she asks, looking straight into her eyes.
“Yes. So much.”
Akriila sinks down slowly, inch by inch, until Jane is fully inside her. Both of them let out a long moan. Akriila starts moving, slow at first, then deeper. Her hands are on Jane’s neck, their foreheads pressed together.
The beat keeps playing. The bass rides every roll of her hips.
“Jane…” Akriila moans against her mouth. “You feel so good inside me.”
Jane holds her by the hips, helping her move up and down. The studio fills with their breathing, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, and the music they made barely an hour ago.
Akriila picks up speed. Her breasts press and move against Jane’s chest. Jane slips a hand between them and circles Akriila’s clit with her fingers, the way she’s learned she likes it.
“Just like that… fuck, right there,” Akriila gasps.
They come almost at the same time. Akriila first, clenching hard around Jane’s cock in strong pulses. Jane follows, groaning deeply as she spills inside her, holding her tight against her body.
They stay like that for a long time, still connected, breathing hard, while the beat loops in the background.
Akriila kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
“You’re incredible,” she whispers. “Not just with music.”
Jane smiles, eyes still closed, feeling the warmth of Akriila’s body against hers.
“Stay with me tonight,” Akriila says. “I don’t want this to end here.”
Jane nods, burying her face in her neck.
“I don’t want it to end either.”
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The project was saved at 5:47 a.m.
And for the first time in a long time, the drop sounded exactly the way it was supposed to.