Amber & Vanille

Stay with Me A While

Lauren took a deep breath and raised her clenched fist to the door. She paused, still not sure if she wanted to take this giant leap and actually knock.

She had re-read the note about 10 times, analyzing every bit to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. There was no way Stevie was being platonic here; she wanted more, and Lauren was almost positive that she did, too.

So she took that leap and knocked. She waited for what seemed like an eternity until she heard Stevie lift the peephole cover from the other side and gently push the door open.

"You showed up!" Stevie beamed, leaning against the door in her hotel robe. Lauren just nodded, unsure what the expression on her face was, feeling like she was watching herself in a ridiculous romcom.

Stevie seemingly jolted back to reality, "Oh, come in! You don't have to stand there all night..." she grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her.

The room hadn't changed much in a day. There was a tray of food from her room service breakfast that she forgot to set outside, her morning coffee still a quarter of the way full on the dresser. Her makeup bag was sitting on the bed, disheveled and sitting on top of 3 different black outfits that were most likely rejects from tonight's show. She smiled at the minute amounts of chaos sprawled among the room, almost metaphorically depicting the chaos that she very quickly discovered made Stevie who she was...and that very well could be foreshadowing whatever this was.

"Let me move all this crap," Stevie frantically pushed her clothes off the bed and motioned for Lauren to sit in its place. She moved her makeup bag into the bathroom, sitting down next to her upon return. They say in awkward silence for a moment before Stevie finally broke the ice.

"I'm sorry." She blurted, placing her freshly lotioned hands on top of Lauren's, "You were right. I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier because everything you said is true; I just didn't want to believe it."

Stevie sulked while she rubbed the pads of her thumbs along Lauren's knuckles, slowly bringing her head back up to meet her gaze. "Will you stay with me again?" Her big, brown eyes looked so childlike, pathetically begging her not to leave.

Lauren exhaled, "Stevie, what do you want from me? I'm not sure what you think I can give you, but I don't want to be your little side chick whenever Lindsey's unavailable."

"That's not what I want. You're more important than that. Don't you feel it?" She squeezed Lauren's hands in hers.

"I'm not sure what I'm feeling, Stevie. I mean, you're gorgeous, you're any person's dream, but you're also old enough to be my mother...you're confused about Lindsey, and you notoriously pick someone else to sneak around with when he rejects you. I don't think I can be that for you...I don't think I can do this and not get attached."

"And you don't find that...sexy?" Stevie smirked, still rubbing her thumbs over her hands.

Lauren furrowed her brows, "Find what sexy?"

"That I'm older...that we'd be sneaking around in a different hotel every night...that we'd both be getting revenge on these two asshole guys who've been terrible to us. And," Stevie moved her hands to Lauren's thighs, "that you soaked through your pajamas last night thinking about all of it."

Lauren's jaw dropped, mimicking the feeling she had in her stomach. "How do you—"

"Pro tip, sweet girl: don't wear grey garments if you don't want people to see how wet you are," she dug her nails into her thighs, "and don't leave them on the bathroom floor for me to find after you take off running."

Lauren could feel that familiar warm, tingly feeling take over her lower body, replacing her previous nerves. She didn't know if she was still breathing. She felt like she was drowning in Stevie's presence, engulfed in a cloud of her familiar, sweet musk; she was floating.

"You look surprised, baby. Is this not what you wanted?" She lightly scratched her nails up and down her thighs. Lauren could catch a glimpse of her cleavage through her robe, desperate to find out what she looked like underneath.

"Use your words, sweet girl." Stevie whispered, inches away from her mouth.

Lauren grabbed her face in her hands, their lips crashing against each others. Stevie tumbled on top of her, her naked breasts falling out of the robe and hovering over Lauren's chest.

She opened her eyes, amazed at the sight before her. Before she could even register what was happening, she took her left nipple into her mouth, tugging at the right with her fingers.

Stevie threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "Why is this still on you?" Lauren tugged at the robe tie with her free hand, clumsily pushing the fabric off of her and letting it fall to the edge of the bed. She had Stevie completely naked on top of her; she was living every sane person's dream.

"God, you're stunning." Lauren admired, propped up on her elbows as Stevie moved to straddle her.

"Let me see you." Stevie pushed her shirt up over her head and reached back to unhook her bra. Lauren was suddenly self conscious of her own boobs after seeing Stevie's, but after watching her face light up after chucking her bra to the floor, all her insecurities melted away.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world." Stevie admired, cupping her breasts her in her hands and circling her hardened nipples. "I don't even know what I want to do with you first!"

Lauren pulled her in for another kiss, the two of them quickly perfecting their rhythm after their tongues briefly wrestled for dominance. She could feel Stevie's arousal start seeping through her leggings, forgetting she was only half naked.

"Look who's wet now?" Lauren challenged, breaking the kiss. Stevie blushed and bit her lip, pushing back her bangs while purposefully grinding against her thigh.

"Fuck..." Lauren moaned, reaching up to tug at her nipples again, rolling them between her fingers while Stevie kept going.

"I need you...inside of me." Stevie panted, "Your fingers...please, baby!" She grabbed Lauren's hands off from her nipples and forcefully moved them down to her center.

"Please!" She begged. Lauren smirked, slowly moving her right middle finger along Stevie's slippery folds.

"Damn, you're soaking for me!" She teased her a little more before inserting two fingers into her, instantly finding her gspot — Stevie's screams of ecstasy confirming it.

Lauren pumped her fingers in and out, still hitting the right place. She moved her thumb to her throbbing clit, managing to stimulate both simultaneously. She thought she'd be a bit rusty since her last girlfriend, but it was like riding a bike.

"That's right, fuck my fingers, gorgeous." She hissed, feeling Stevie's walls start clenching around her. "You want to come?"

"Yes, make me come, baby! I'm so close, it feels so good!" She moaned, pulling Lauren's hair and kissing her messily while she circled her hips.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, baby. I'm coming!" She felt Stevie tighten around her, a rush of ecstasy coating her fingers as she threw her head back, thighs quivering against either side of her.

Lauren always knew women looked far superior mid-orgasm than men, but Stevie was glorious. She watched her travel to another dimension, leaving this planet for some far away galaxy before slowly coming back down to earth and collapsing in her arms. She was a goddess.

"Fuck!" She panted, her eyes still closed while she caught her breath. "I was right about you..." She opened her eyes and looked up, smiling, at her newfound lover.

"Right about what?" Lauren asked incredulously, running her other hand through Stevie's sweaty hair.

"You're special, sweet girl. Very special." She kissed her gently, pulling at her bottom lip as she broke the kiss.

"Now take these off."