SAVE ME FROM YESTERDAY

RASTRO 17

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They were surprisingly civilized as they climbed the stairs to Glaiza's apartment, Rhian's heels echoing through the building with each step. Glaiza opened the door, gesturing Rhian in ahead of her.

She stepped into Glaiza's living room, eyes tracking automatically to the kittens in the playpen by the couch. They were-thankfully-asleep.

She turned toward Glaiza, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Rhian searched her lust-drunk mind for a reason not to do this, a glimmer of sanity to remind herself that-no matter what Glaiza had said downstairs-Rhian would still be advising her over the next few weeks and ought to keep her hands to herself.

But she didn't want to keep her hands to herself. She wanted them all over Glaiza's beautiful body. She wanted to kiss her until her lungs screamed for oxygen, fuck her until she couldn't walk, drink her in until her thirst for all things Glaiza had been quenched.

"Get over here and kiss me," Glaiza said, licking her lips so that they glistened in the muted light from the lamp in the living room.

Rhian stepped forward, hands sliding into Glaiza's hair as she brought their lips together. Glaiza opened to her, mouths meeting messily as they dove headlong into the kind of kiss there was no pulling back from, the kind of kiss that had Rhian's blood pumping hot and fast, need throbbing between her legs, her body screaming to be touched.

She and Glaiza were about the same height, and she leveraged it to her advantage as she wedged a thigh between Glaiza's, fitting their bodies together. Glaiza rolled her hips, gasping into Rhian's mouth, palms against Rhian's back as she pressed them closer together.

Yes. Rhian tilted her hips, thrilled by the scrape of Glaiza's jeans against her bare thighs. They kissed, bodies moving, hands groping, hips rocking, until Rhian's breath came in ragged gasps, knees shaking from the energy building inside her.

"This dress," Glaiza whispered, fingers toying with the clasp at the top of the zipper.

"You like it?" Rhian arched her back, pressing her breasts into Glaiza's hands.

"I've been dying to touch it all night."

She moved the zipper down a few inches and back up, the hiss of metal on metal the only sound in the room.

"Wondering if this was a real zipper, if I could just pull it down and...unzip you."

Rhian's pulse skyrocketed as she watched. "It's real."

"So I see."

Glaiza inched it down until Rhian's breasts spilled from the bodice of the dress, revealing the top edge of her bra. Behind them, a kitten mewled, and Glaiza smiled, tugging the zipper back up.

"Come on."

She took Rhian's hand, leading her into the bedroom. As soon as they stepped into the darkened room, they were on each other again, kissing and groping, bodies pressed together.

"Rhian," Glaiza gasped, head lolling back as Rhian sucked at a sensitive spot below her ear.

She pressed her tongue against Glaiza's racing pulse as her hands slid beneath the hem of her T-shirt, skimming over her hot skin before lifting the shirt. Glaiza pulled back long enough to tug it over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Rhian blinked, but it was too dark in Glaiza's bedroom to see a damn thing. And she wanted to. She wanted to see and remember every detail. She fumbled behind her for the lamp on the dresser and switched it on, illuminating the bedroom in its soft glow.