Leighton: (nervously) Tatum, I didn't expect to see you here.
Tatum: (crossing arms) Well, you should have. It's my sister's engagement party, Leighton. I'm not about to miss it just because you're here.
Leighton: (swallows) Right. Look, Tatum, about what happened—
Tatum: (rolls eyes) Save it. You don't get to waltz back into my life after ghosting me for months. Not anymore.
Leighton: (voice trembling) I know I messed up. But I've changed, Tatum. I've accepted who I am, and I—
Tatum: (interrupting) You accepted it? Great. So, what? You're out and proud now? Is that why you're flaunting your new girlfriend all over social media?
Leighton: (defensively) It's not like that. I—
Tatum: (leaning in) You think I didn't see the photos? You think I don't know how you've moved on? Well, newsflash, Leighton—I've moved on too.
Leighton: (voice breaking) Tatum, please—
Tatum: (shaking head) No, Leighton. You don't get to play the victim. You broke my heart. You made me feel like I was never enough. And now you want forgiveness?
Leighton: (desperate) I never wanted to hurt you. I was scared—
Tatum: (sarcastic) Scared? You think I wasn't scared too? But I faced it. I faced my feelings for you, and you know what? I survived. And I won't let you ruin my sister's engagement party with your guilt trip.
Leighton: (voice pleading) Tatum, I love you—
Tatum: (laughs bitterly) Love? You don't know the first thing about love. Love isn't just about saying the words; it's about actions. And your actions spoke louder than any declaration you ever made.
Leighton: (voice breaking) I regret hurting you, Tatum. I—
Tatum: (leaning closer) Regret? You know what I regret? Ever falling for someone as closed-off as you. But I won't let you ruin this night for me. So, go back inside, Leighton. Dance with your new girlfriend. Pretend like everything's fine.
Leighton: (voice desperate) Tatum, please—
Tatum: (shoving Leighton towards a waiting limo) Get in. You want to talk? Fine. We'll talk. But not here. Not now.
Leighton leaned into her touch, so responsive no matter what it was she was doing to her. tatum could appreciate that. Maybe even appreciated the way it made her feel so special inside a little too much. She wondered if leighton would always be this way. Wondered if she was only this way with her.
"Tatum-"
"No more talking, Leighton," she said, dropping to her knees ,on the carpet of the limo, in front of her.
leighton was in a silk dress that was , long and flowy. Tatum reached up and took hold of her underwear, dragging it down her legs. She could see the damp spot right in the center of them, undeniable proof of what she was capable of doing to the girl in front of her. tatum knew her own looked about the same right now, if not more dampened.They didn't always rush it like this when they were together before. Sometimes she took her time with leighton, kissing every inch of her skin just because she could. She loved it especially when leighton would ride her face, shaking and trembling against her tongue, yet refusing to stop the sporadic thrust of her hips because it just felt too good.Today was not a day for that. Leighton parted her legs without tatum asking her to. It was one sign of many that she was aching for this as badly as tatum was. She sunk to her knees; eyes locked intensely on Leighton's. tatum bunched her skirt up at her hips, wanting leighton to watch the way she fucked her. She knew leighton liked watching, too.She placed open-mouth kisses along her inner thighs, just a slight tease before she delivered exactly what she knew leighton needed. leighton gasped and squirmed in response, inching herself closer, as though tatum were avoiding her by accident.
"Fuck me. Please," leighton begged her.
She already knew tatum liked to be begged. tatum hadn't known herself until leighton started doing it. Honestly, it drove her fucking crazy. She could almost hear the blood rushing through her ears.Her tongue was inside of her before leighton could say much else. It was equally as rewarding for her to finally taste leightons again, to hear the deep moan she released, to feel the slight clench around her tongue and imagine the slope of her neck as she threw it back.Tatum lapped at her, skipping the teasing altogether now because they really were risking a lot the longer this went on for. She could get leighton off in thirty seconds if she wanted to, that's how well she'd come to know the other girl's body. Luckily, they weren't in that much of a rush.She kissed her way up, sucking gently on leighton's clit and watching the way leighton looked down at her, a hand landing on tatum's head, pressing her down. Tatum would never admit it, but her arousal peaked at the idea of Leighton using her for her own pleasure. Sometimes she wanted to be nothing but a warm mouth to Leighton , and she felt too ashamed and embarrassed to ever say it out loud.
"Hold your skirt," tatum instructed her, because she couldn't keep it raised and finger leighton at the same time. Not without completely losing her balance.
Leighton fumbled for the wrinkled fabric, clutching it in her spare hand. tatum gently slipped two fingers into leighton , pumping them faster the more leighton's body responded to them. Her tongue tapped against Leighton 's clit in short bursts, her mouth continuing to provide precise suction.It was almost too soon, the way leighton began shaking, her eyes clenching shut, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream. tatum maintained her pace, watching in delight as leighton's orgasm hit her, her hand pushing roughly at tatum's head to keep her in place as she rocked her clit against her tongue. tatum could have stayed like that all night, only pulling away once leighton told her she'd had enough.
"Eating you out in the kitchen. How original," tatum said, smirking as she rose to her feet.
She eased her fingers out of leighton, sticking them into her mouth for only a moment before leighton was grabbing her wrist, pulling those same fingers into her own mouth. tatum watched her, mesmerized.
"Leighton " she whined, so unlike herself.
She couldn't help it. leighton was like her own personal kryptonite. A deadly weakness she neither wanted nor had any control over. tatum could feel the throbbing intensify between her legs, could recognize the dizzy feeling leighton sent straight to her head.
leighton's tongue wrapped around her fingers, tasting all that she could of herself and tatum's own saliva before finally pulling them out of her mouth. Tatum reached for her face, cradling it in her hands.
"Fuck," was all she could manage, fidgeting in place now because it almost hurt to be that turned on.
leighton kissed her with a grin on her face, like she was proud of undoing tatum the way she had. Tatum let her. She was in no position to fight with her right now, not when her legs felt like mush and her heart was beating so fast in her chest, she thought she might be having a heart attack.
