Lost in the Lights

Chapter 8

It's not until several minutes later that Freen and Becky finally pull away from each other. Becky can't tell if it's the alcohol or if it's the way Freen's lips felt against her own that's making her head feel a little fuzzy. She's guessing it might be the latter because – wow.

She was so not expecting Freen to kiss her. She was hoping and wishing and thinking and praying that Freen would, but she didn't think she'd actually do it. There are no complaints here, obviously. Becky wouldn't mind kissing her all night if she could have it her way.

She's thinking that maybe she can make that happen when she feels Freen pull back even further.

"Why'd you stop?" Becky pouts.

Freen smiles at the way Becky's bottom lip pokes out, "I was just checking."

"Checking what?" Becky looks around and confirms that they're still alone, "No one's out here."

"I know. I was just checking that...that was okay," Freen says as she starts to look a little bashful, "I kind of jumped you."

"You didn't," Becky chuckles, still feeling like she's on Cloud 9, "Believe me, if you did I wouldn't mind it at all."

"Good to know," Freen replies with a laugh but she still looks somewhat nervous and it has Becky's smile faltering.

The quarterback goes out on a limb and moves to sit closer to Freen. They share the lounge chair now and their bare thighs press against each other's as Becky tries to assure her.

"It was more than okay, Freen," Becky tells her.

"Yeah?"

Becky starts to grin, "Completely unexpected, but more than okay. You can do that again any time."

Freen peeks up at her through her long lashes, "Any time?"

"Definitely," Becky continues to grin.

They're sharing the same personal bubble now and it's a little distracting how Freen licks her bottom lip before tugging it between her teeth. It looks like she's planning her next move, but Becky gets too caught up in staring to notice.

"So," Freen mumbles as she leans in. Her lips hit Becky's jawline as she says, "Could I kiss you...here?"

"Yeah," Becky shivers at how Freen's warm breath tickles her neck. She stifles a whimper as Freen presses a soft kiss there. Her hands are begging to move; to feel more of Freen, to find purchase somewhere so she doesn't float off.

"What about here?" Freen husks against Becky's ear before she nips at her lobe.

This time Becky can't contain the moan that escapes her. She's never experienced this side of Freen before and it's making her hot – she doesn't know how far Freen's wanting to go but Becky doesn't know how much more of the teasing she can take.

"How about here?" Freen hums before lowering another kiss to the hinge of Becky's jaw, "Is it okay to kiss you here?"

"God Freen," Becky breathes out as she turns her head slightly.

It's enough to catch Freen's lips before they land once more and it feels like heaven.

When Becky's hands come up to cup Freen's cheeks, she hears the brunette let out a whimper. It makes Becky smile knowing that she can have the same effect that Freen has on her and she moves to deepen the kiss.

Freen's hand shakes a little as she reaches for Becky knee. It's almost like she's using it to keep herself steady as her nose bumps against Becky's top lip. Everything about the way Freen moves is slow and thoughtful and Becky just can't get enough.