Stay Peachy

Chapter Twenty - Holy Moly

I stare Sofie down, my eyes squinting as I purse my lips. "Hmmm," I look down at my cards in my hand. It was all or nothing. I stare at her again, she held a smug smile.

"I'm taking it all home." She flats as I keep my face schooled, neutral. Another hum leaves my mouth as I smack my lips pondering.

Looking back up at her one last time I place my last card down, "Ah hah!" I yell in victory. The taste of sweet sweet victory. Sofie slumps back in the chair. "How does it feel over there on the losers side?" I tilt my head in mockery raising my eyebrows.

"Why do you always win?" She yelps and throws her last card down. "It's uno, how do you win every time?" She would have won if I didn't play my card. "Winning with a black card feels like cheating."

I snort, "Sure, loser. Talk to me when you win a game." I taunt and we both laugh as we pack up the cards. Work had been extremely slow and boring so on our lunch break we ran out and picked up uno and some food. We currently sat in our bright office space, using my desk as our gaming table. She had her yellow shell chair scooted up so she could sit across from me. I smile at her. "We should make a habit out of this."

She nods enthusiastically, "I need redemption!" Another chuckle leaves my throat as I push off of my chair clearing my throat. "Jesus, I didn't notice the time."

The sun was setting outside and Mr Blanchet's office would close in half an hour so we go back to our delegated tasks. I catch up on the hours worth of work in the small amount of time before I clock out and leave the building. Sierra had the day off. It felt weird without her there. I never had noticed the presence she held.

When I walk up to my door, I yell as Sierra stands at the top of my stairway. "Bonjour?" I say awkwardly causing her to jump.

"Eden," Sierra holds my eyes in her strong gaze. I raise my eyebrows wondering what she wanted. "I-uh."

"What?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Well it's your day off, you should want the opposite." I clear my throat and walk up to her. She steps out of the way, letting me open up my door. She stands pondering whether to ask to enter, "You're not a vampire. Come in." I smile at her and she clears her throat before walking in timidly closing the door behind her. "What's gotten into you?"

Her eyes snap to mines. "What do you mean?"

I roll my eyes, "You are so different. Barely talking to me. Being all mysterious." Placing all my shit on the counter I see that Zack's bedroom door was left open, meaning that it was just the two of us. "We're friends."

She holds eye contact with me as she takes a deep breath. "Yeah. We are." Her eyes jump to my lips before meeting my eyes again. Something was on her tongue. I walk over to her and stand almost in her face. Some would see it as provocative I see it as interrogating. She looks at me nervously.

"What's gotten into you?" I smile and lift my hand to her cheek. She leans into my touch causing my heart to pick up speed.

"You." She whispers and my eyes widen before she crashes her lips into mine. The hungry aggressiveness of her kiss screamed desperation. I immediately melt into her. When she pulls back her chest rises and falls rapidly. "You all I want is you. I want you." I stare open mouthed at her as she guides me to my room. She keeps her eyes on mine, "Oh god how much I want you."

When we reach my room I step back, turning around to hide any dirty clothes or random shit that had been thrown on my bed. My brain had essentially shut down all I knew was that the woman in my room with me is the one thing that I could have to myself. Just for myself. None of our friends would have us in the way we have each other.

I unbutton my shirt, pulling it off as the sheer weight of Sierra's stare made me nervous. She watches in quiet adoration. Like a sculptor admiring his work. She watches carefully, following my hand as I strip down for her. She looks me in the eyes when I was down to my underwear.

"I'm all yours." Was all I needed to say before she was back on me, hungrily capturing my lips. Syncing our movements so I was practically grinding against her hand which trailed down my stomach and presses low against my clit. I moan as she begins to circle the sensitive nub. Letting my head fall back when she hits the right spot causing fire to crackle through me.

She takes the skin on my neck, worshiping with the same fervour as the rest of my body. My hands tug at her clothes wanting them off so I could feel her against me. I wanted her to make me feel good. The overwhelming need clouding my vision. It felt as if I wasn't actually in control of my body, it moving to its own drum as she frantically strips before pressing me back on the bed. My back hitting the mattress as she climbs on top of me.

Her eyes almost sparkled as she hovers on top, her fingers tugging at my underwear hooking them down so they rested against my thighs. My back arches into her body as a finger enters inside me and next thing I know I'm riding her hand as I pull her tight against me kissing her as hot and hard as she makes me feel.

Hearing her gentle words of encouragement my entire being crashes. A moan louder than I had meant leaves my throat and her deep chuckle against my skin rides out my climax, a new wave of pleasure hitting me just as incredibly hard as the first.