Sweet Girl

Stay With Me A While

It's three in the morning when Stevie rolls over, the full moon shining through her open curtains. Vivian is still fast asleep, curled up on her side facing her, half her head on Stevie's pillow. She watches her for a moment, then runs a fingertip over her arm and down the side of her body, stopping at her hip. She knows she's tired - that she shouldn't wake her up. But she can't help it, she doesn't know how many more opportunities she'll have for moments like this. Besides, they're joining her family for the holidays which means the next several days will be busy and exhausting and likely neither one of them will be in the mood to do anything but sleep.

She dips her hand a little lower, one finger sliding underneath the satin of her underwear, and Vivian stirs a little but doesn't open her eyes. She slides her hand a little lower, inching toward Vivian's center, and then the younger woman rolls on her back and sighs sleepily.

"Stephanie Nicks," she mumbles in the dark, "are you trying to take advantage of me while I'm sleeping?" The fact that she's already spread her thighs a little wider to give Stevie better access betrays the seriousness in her voice.

"I absolutely am," Stevie laughs as she glides her index finger along her folds, "are you going to let me?"

Vivian is already tugging her own underwear down around her knees, kicking them the rest of the way off under the covers. She slides her hand against the back of Stevie's neck as she leans over her and pulls her down to kiss her, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth.

"I guess that's a yes," Stevie smirks against her lips, and then Vivian gasps as she feels two of her fingers inside of her. She closes her eyes and rolls her head back into the pillow as Stevie works her body on a rhythm she knows will send her over the edge quickly.

Vivian nods and moans something close to Stevie's name, which makes her smile all over again. She's writhing under her hand, trying to get her deeper, as Stevie's head disappears beneath the covers. She's fully between her legs within seconds, mouth pressed against her as she quickens her pace with her fingers. When she hears the thud of Vivian's wrist smacking the bed as she digs her nails into the sheets and the strangled cry she's trying to keep quiet she slows a little, working her through her orgasm until she knows she's had enough.

She pulls the covers back off her head and looks up at Vivian, a mischievous grin on her face. "Good morning honey," she whispers as she licks her bottom lip, then scoots back up the bed so she can kiss her.

"Have we flipped sleep schedules? We go to bed at eight pm and get up at three am now?" Vivian asks, a little breathlessly, as she settles underneath Stevie, the older woman resting her head on her chest. Stevie's hand goes up her shirt, resting on her rib cage automatically as she tangles their legs together.

"I couldn't sleep. You looked pretty," Stevie shrugs.

"Why can't you sleep? You've been doing well," Vivian sighs as her breathing returns to normal. She's already sleepy again, but clearly Stevie has something on her mind if she woke her up.

"Are your parents going to hate this?" It comes out pensive and nervous, like she's obviously been thinking about this more than she's let on.

"Bold of you to assume my parents care that much," Vivian snorts as she rolls her eyes in the dark, "the holidays are all appearances, honey. The party tomorrow will be a who's who of rich and famous people they could collect, and Christmas brunch? It'll last twenty five minutes, and then we can come home and actually enjoy ourselves."

"Oh. So see and be seen," Stevie yawns, "I'm good at that game."

"That's exactly what it is," Vivian laughs, "they know the extent of our relationship. They've had no comments on it. That would require thought outside of themselves."