As Green As Her Eyes

Chapter 9: First time

Saturday afternoon — I knock on the door to Scarlett's house, smiling widely when she swings it open. I take in the sight of her. She's wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie. The perfect picture of beauty and comfort all rolled into one dazzling woman.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to kiss me senseless."

I chuckle. She's such a tease. "Because I do. But first... Here." I hand her the bouquet of flowers in my hand. A wrap of roses, lilies and sunflowers.

"This is so beautiful. Thank you, (Y/N)."

"You're welcome. Now I believe I wanted to kiss you senseless?"

She grins, pulling me by the waist with her free hand and tiptoeing to reach my lips. I melt into the kiss, groaning a little when she bites my lower lip and drags it with her when she pulls away.

"We should get inside," she says, voice low and husky. I shudder at the sound.

She takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as I enter her home.

"Where are Rose and Cosmo?" I ask.

"Upstairs with their nanny. I just put Cosmo down for a nap and Rose wanted to play with her dolls."

"Can I say hi?"

Scarlett beams at me, her eyes lighting up the way they always do whenever her children are involved. "Of course."

Leading the way, Scarlett and I go upstairs to her children's playroom where Cosmo is dozing peacefully in his bassinet and Rose is talking animatedly to her dolls. I wave hello to their nanny before lowering myself down to Rose's height.

After greeting her and all of her dolls, and a complicated handshake that Rose had just come up with, Scarlett and I walk back downstairs to her movie room.

We end up spending the afternoon watching old films since we didn't really have plans for the day. All we know is that we want to spend time with one another before she leaves for New York the following morning.

It's amazing, I think, how we've only known each other for a month but we've become so comfortable around one another to the point that we can spend hours in silence, simply holding hands and playing with each other's fingers while we enjoy a movie. It's a beautiful connection, I think, and when I look down at Scarlett and she looks back at me, I can see it in her eyes that she feels the same way.

She pushes herself up to kiss me and I kiss her back, feeling a spread of warmth around my chest. It's when she pushes herself even more, deepening our kiss that the warmth turns into pure heat. All of a sudden, Scarlett is swinging her leg over me, bracketing my legs with her knees. She is now sitting on my lap, her hands on my shoulders.

"Is this okay?" She asks, breathless, when she pulls back.

"More than okay," I say.

She kisses me again and she is so eager that it's making my head spin. Her hands crawl up to cradle my face and mine slide up and down her sides.

When her tongue slides into my open mouth, I can't help but moan, the sound of it spurring Scarlett even further. She pulls me closer just as she presses onto me. My hands find their way onto her hips and in the heat of the moment, I urge her to grind down on me.

"(Y/N)," she gasps, pulling back from our kiss.

"Yes?"

"Lock the door."

I don't need to be told twice.

Gently pushing her off, I stand up and walk towards the door. My legs are shaking but I soldier on. Once the door has been locked, I turn around. I gasp at the sight — Scarlett on the couch without her hoodie, her pale chest even paler in contrast to her navy blue bra.