Sugar and Spice

Chapter 8: Shipping up to Boston

"Would all passengers for flight AF 332 to Boston Logan International please make their way to gate number forty three. Boarding will commence in five minutes."

Lisa was already there.

Standing in the boarding queue behind Chitthip, her passport open at the correct page and her boarding pass clutched in her other hand, she swallowed hard as she heard the announcement. She didn't want to be at that boarding gate, she didn't want to be getting on that plane, and she didn't want to be going back to Boston.

She wanted to stay in Paris. More accurately, she wanted to stay with Jennie.

Jennie. Her mind had been full of Jennie ever since she had left the other woman that morning. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, hadn't been able to stop going over and over their time together...especially their time together the night before. She remembered every word, every kiss, every touch. Jennie's smile, putting her at ease and making her feel wanted. Jennie's laughter when Lisa had accused Kuma of watching, and putting her off as she kissed Jennie in the kitchen. Jennie's hand, so light and small in hers, leading her towards the sofa to watch a film, and the ill-disguised horror when Lisa had jokingly chosen the sports channel instead. Jennie's brunette hair, so soft in her hands and against her face.

Jennie's fingers, working their magic on her skin, slipping under her clothes and driving her slowly, deliciously crazy.

Jennie's lips, gentle and sweet on her mouth, on her breasts, tracing that line down her stomach and between her legs.

Jennie's name on her lips when she came, harder and more intensely than she had ever done before.

And then the feel of Jennie...Lisa would never, ever forget that. The way that Jennie's body fit so perfectly with her own, the smooth, creamy skin that smelled faintly of sugar and lavender, and the nipples that hardened to dark pink buds under her darting tongue. The slick, wet heat that her fingers tentatively explored before Jennie's gasps and moans of pleasure encouraged her to take it further. The way that Jennie came apart underneath her, shaking and shuddering and burying her cries in Lisa's shoulder. The way that they had fallen asleep hand in hand, and woken up with their fingers still entwined as the dawn broke through the shutters and the rest of the world began to come alive again.

"Lisa?"

But the departure lounge was really not the best place to be thinking about all of that.