Natural light flooded the room, waking Elora up from her heavy sleep. She tossed her arm over her face to block out the brightness.
Cass walked by the window, casting a temporary shadow. She was wearing nothing but a tightfitting black tank top and matching pair of underwear.
Elora wanted to stare, but the light was too bright.
"Didn't get enough last night, sweet thing?" She asked, noticing the attention.
Memories from last night replayed in Elora's head, and she blushed feeling the arousal creep back into her body.
"Hmm, what if I didn't?" She fired back.
Cass watched as she sat up, letting the sheet fall away to reveal the upper half of her naked body. Hickeys littered Elora's neck and breasts, and Cass knew there were still more hidden below the sheets.
"And here I was thinking I had tired you out." Cass said coyly, climbing back onto the bed.
"What, afraid you can't keep up?"
"I'm always up for a challenge," She replied, pushing Elora onto her back with a hand on her chest.
Cass kissed her way across Elora's neck, revisiting the hickeys she knew were still sensitive.
"Ah, at least make a girl breakfast first!" Elora exclaimed, feigning surprise.
Cass pulled back with a sarcastic eye roll. "Your standards are way too high...pancakes or waffles?"
"Whichever is faster, all I had was vodka for dinner last night." Elora looked around for her clothes, but other than her discarded sneakers she didn't see anything.
"I put your stuff in to wash." Cass told her, tossing a blue plaid long sleeve button up. "The walk of shame isn't so bad if you're in clean clothes...oh, and here." She added, tossing a pair of underwear onto the bed for her.
"What, no pants?" Elora asked, slipping into the new clothes.
Cass smirked. "And ruin the view?"
Elora blushed as she followed Cass into the kitchen. "Talk about a view," She replied, admiring the woman walking in front of her.
Cass's casual, messy, and yet somehow still put together vibe matched her apartment.
The living room and kitchen were both a little disorganized, but not too messy. The couch had a couple blankets tossed over the back of it, and there was a pile of cushions by the window. It seemed to be a reading nook judging by the stack of books next to it, a tasseled bookmark hanging out of the one on the top.
Elora leaned against the kitchen counter as she watched Cass put breakfast together.
She cooked with the same confident, fluid movements that she bartended with the night before.
"Hm, I definitely expected a bartender to have more alcohol in her house. Maybe even her own bar setup." Elora remarked, looking around the kitchen. There was a rack of pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, but no sign of cocktail shakers and liquor bottles.
Cass chuckled, whisking the waffle batter together. "When I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is more work. Honestly when I drink it's mostly wine or beer. I love making drinks for other people, but I rarely do it for myself."
The waffle maker hissed as Cass poured batter into it. She turned away to grab plates and butter.
"That's funny, I would have thought the opposite." Elora mused.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Hookup
Short Story*GxG smut warning* After a breakup, Elora goes looking for a rebound. She meets Cass, a bartender who catches her eye. "Need anything else to drink before we get started?" Cass asked, pulling the apartment door shut behind them. Her lips grazed Elo...
