**Claire POV**
We arrive home after dinner and Reneé immediately grabs my hand and drags me upstairs to our bedroom, stealing kisses as we stumble up the stairs together. She throws me aggressively on the bed before climbing on top of me, pinning my hands above my head and connecting our lips urgently. Almost as if she's been waiting all night for this, I know I have. She wastes not even a second pushing her tongue into my mouth, taking instant control of the kiss. I know what she's after, I'm after the same thing. Tomorrow she leaves for two months, and I am determined to make up for the lost time tonight.
"Damn, you're not wasting any time, huh?" I mumble into her mouth as she kisses me. She lets go of my hands and I position them on her waist, running my fingertips slowly over the exposed skin on both her sides as her shirt rides up.
"Nope, we've got a lot to do tonight" she smirks at me, pushing some of my hair out of my face. I smile at her and press my lips against hers again, slowly trailing my hand up under her shirt towards her boobs.
"What's this?" I smirk at her when my fingertips brush over what I believe to be a lacy bra.
"Nothing" she blushes as I notice. My jaw drops open playfully as I pull her shirt over her head to reveal a mostly see-through, lacy black bra. I didn't even know she owned this.
"Baaaaabe" I breathe out " it's so pretty"
She blushes again as I continue to stare at her chest.
"If these match, you're in for it" I tease, slipping my hand down the front of her pants. I brush my fingertips over the second layer of fabric, more lace. I look up at her and raise my eyebrows. She lifts her hips off the bed, allowing me to quickly pull off her pants. Just as I suspected, she is wearing a matching lacy black thong.
"All this for me?" I grin.
"Mhm" she hums, laying over on her stomach so I can get a good look at her. She arches her back, pushing her ass up towards me. I kneel on the bed and give it a small squeeze before she rolls over to let me admire the front of her. I run my hand from her neck and down her torso, eager to touch every inch of her perfect body. She is ethereal.
"You are so perfect, Reneé" I tell her, she can't stop blushing as I rake my eyes over her again and again. She is hot and she knows it, which is the best part. My hands explore her body, trailing over her curves, my fingers lingering over the thin layer of lace that still covers her. She squirms at every touch and I can tell she is needing more from me but I want to burn this image of her into my brain forever.
"Can I take a picture of you?" I ask her, hesitantly. I've never asked to take any photos of her like this, but she's leaving for two months and I want to remember this. She stares up at me for a moment, thinking.
"Yes" she smiles "just not my face, okay?"
"Yeah, of course" I assure her.
"Roll over for me?" I ask. She rolls back over to her stomach, arching her back up at me again as I grab my phone from the nightstand. Her long blonde hair falls perfectly onto her back and the butterflies in my stomach multiply at the sheer sight of her. I can't wait to touch her. I snap a few photos of her before I roll her back over. I straddle her legs as she pulls her arms up to cover her face. My hand rests gently on her stomach as I snap a few more photos of her. I can't believe she is mine.
"I don't even wanna take these off you" I admit, she looks so pretty in the matching set she wore just for me. I sit my phone gently on the nightstand beside the bed.
"Well, you have to" she whines, pulling me down on top of her.
"Just a little bit longer" I tease, toying with the waistband of her thong. She rolls her eyes at me.
