Holding You, Holding Me. Marta & Fina. Mafin

20. For Always

The walk home was charged, buzzing with both love and lust in equal measure. Neither could decide if they wanted to ravage the other under a bridge or just quietly hold hands, but each brush of skin sent sparks flying. An unhurried eagerness set their pace—a gentle teasing of anticipation that they both relished in as they made their way through the glowing city, stealing glances and almost-kisses. But as they approached their building, Fina started tugging a little harder and Marta's heart skipped a beat from her growing impatience. The apartment door had barely clicked shut before Fina was kissing the back of her neck.

"God, you're gorgeous," Fina breathed before sucking gently where her shoulder met her back.

Marta shuddered, both from the nearness of Fina and the tickle of her breath on her skin. She turned around and caught Fina's lips in a kiss, running her tongue across her mouth before biting down on her lip.

Fina inhaled sharply, enjoying the slight jolt of pain and ran her fingers through Marta's curls. She instinctively pushed her hips forward as a small, involuntary hum buzzed at her lips. Her craving was immediately obvious and it made Marta delirious. The corners of her mouth curled up in amusement at Fina's unabashed thirst and she pulled back to look at her.

"You're gorgeous," she crooned, looking down her nose to meet Fina's hungry gaze. Her flush had already pinked her cheeks, and Marta swooned knowing she was the cause for her quick arousal.

Fina sucked in her swollen lip, admiring Marta's dress. "I almost don't want to take this off of you. You look so good in it." She sighed, and grabbed onto Marta's hips to twist them gently before pulling them to meet her own.

"Well, I could leave it on," Marta teased, "but I'd imagine it will get in the way soon."

Fina laid her arms on Marta's shoulders, playfully narrowing her eyes.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" she said, leaning in to lazily lick at Marta's lips before moving down her jawline.

Marta's breath audibly hitched as Fina ran her hand up and over her chest, briefly cupping her breast before trailing her fingers along the bare skin at her neckline.

Humming a self satisfied laugh into Marta's shoulder, Fina pawed at the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly. The black lace fell around Marta's shoulders as she continued kissing her chest, leaving a light trail of lipstick in her wake.

Marta stepped out of her shoes and let the dress fall around her feet, not caring about how it would ruin the fabric to be crumpled on the floor until morning. She was already lost in the moment as her hands deftly found Fina's zipper.

Now free of their beautiful, but confining outfits, the two stood in the darkened apartment, foreheads pressed together, searching the other with lingering fingertips before Fina slowly backed Marta against the door. She slipped her hand under the silk of her bra and squeezed gently, bringing her mouth to kiss the soft skin brimming over the top.

She could feel Marta's muscles tensing and relaxing in turn, fighting between submission and reciprocation. Not wanting to decide for her, Fina moved her hand to hold her ribs, giving her space to make the next move.

Marta breathed slowly, relaxing under Fina's grip. She could feel her heart beating against her palm and took a second to make eye contact before reaching around to unclip her own bra.

Fina's pulse raced at Marta's readiness. She bent her head to her naked chest, intentionally catching her tongue on her nipple, which raised to meet her mouth. She hooked her fingers over the top of Marta's underwear, and glided her hand across her stomach, building tension. Marta's muscles twitched under her touch and she slowed her movement to draw it out even more.