MORE THAN ONE SOULMATE... ( Sarah Paulson )

VIII - Fitting

Sarah's POV

You just finished putting on your after-shower clothes, when a slight smell of freshly made coffee invades your room through the hallways and open doors. You lick your lips in anticipation and start following the fragrance. As you get closer and closer, you can now perceive the start of a background music (the one above) with an overlapping repetitive sound of a lighter making an effort to keep itself lighten up.

Following the recognizable sound, you find (Y/n)'s figure, sitting on the kitchen counter with her back towards you, looking out the window without realizing your presence. When the needed flame ultimately burns away the excessive amount of rolling paper and the scent of the now lighten joint mixes in the air with the coffee's, you smile in a trance, intoxicated with how relaxed she looks smoking, how her head swings to the beat, how the filter dances smoothly between her pointing and middle finger when its not between her lips. You bite your lower lip, leaning against the wall, reminiscing on everything that went on between the two of you the night before. How during that massage, her hands awakened an arousal, that you couldn't remember ever having before in equal or even similar measure.

How, not just the weed, but also the candles, and the music, and the blindfold, and the grip on your wrists, how all of that took all the air away from your lungs and gave you the most unimaginable high of your life, and all of that was almost meaningless compared to everything that happened next, once she gave away just a little of control. You still couldn't process the intensity of what had happened.

And yet, there she was, sitting on the counter next to the just ready coffee pot, dressed in stolen oversized clothes from your closet, that could probably fit two or three of her. Filling two cups of coffee while the smoke exhaled from her lungs, as if this was just a usual morning routine. Watching her taking the first enthusiastic sip out of the still burning coffee, you chuckle at her reaction to the temperature.

- "Hey! Don't laugh at me... How long have you been there?" – she asks turning her head back at you and signalling you to come closer, which you do. As you step closer to the counter, you position yourself in the middle of her thighs to give her a passionate kiss, to which she responds by wrapping her legs around your ass, pulling you closer.

- "Umhhhhhh! You taste like weed and coffee. That's delicious. I could wake up every morning just for that." – you say after kissing her.

- "For this?" – she smirks, kissing you again, bringing her arms around your neck to which you respond grabbing her hips and kissing down her neck to try and get a response.

- "What were you thinking about, leaning there?" – she asks, breaking the make out and passing you your coffee mug and the joint.

- "Last night..." – you whisper staring into her eyes.

- "Oh really?"

- "Don't think I didn't notice you, running away from my question, earlier." – you say grinning and curious about why she was deflecting the subject, to which she acts a bit outraged in a playful mode. - "What, what are you hiding from me?" – you whisper on her ear. – "Are you like a sex Goddess keeping a private count on women or something?"

- "No, not at all..." - she chuckles awkwardly, breaking eye contact. - "It's just that talking about previous conquers is not a gentlewoman's attitude, wouldn't you agree?"

- "That's not what I am asking." – you say seductively, kissing down her neck, letting her shoulder strap fall next to her elbow

- "And what would you, miss nosey, like to know?" – she asks, sliding her strap back and grabbing your hair, redirecting your focus back to her face.