Within the spaces

Episode 22

A/N: This took a while. Apologies!

I have work tomorrow and I am publishing this literally in the middle of the night, so please pardon my errors.

Oh and disclaimer: Mature Content.

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"P'Faye, take me home!"

Faye could not do anything else but obey.

As they stepped inside the apartment, Faye lingered near the door, her hand hovering over the lock for a moment longer than necessary. She glanced at Yoko, who was slipping off her shoes, her movements tentative yet deliberate. There was an unmistakable tension hanging in the air, thick and electric, pressing down on both of them.

Faye felt like she couldn't breathe properly, her chest tight as her gaze traced the delicate slope of Yoko's neck, the slight flush colouring her cheeks. She swallowed hard, willing herself to focus, to maintain some control.

She cleared her throat. "Take a seat," Faye said pointing to the sofa, her voice softer than she intended. "I'll get you some water."

Yoko didn't move. Instead, she stepped closer, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Her wide, searching eyes locked onto Faye's with an intensity that made Faye's breath hitch. She was close enough for Faye to feel her breath on her neck.

"I didn't come here to sit on the sofa."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to send a shiver through Faye. Before she could process the words, Yoko closed the distance between them, her hands clutching at Faye's shirt as she pushed her back against the wall.

Their lips met in a clash of heat and desperation, Yoko's urgency igniting something primal in Faye. Yoko was on her toes, her fingers gripping Faye like she was afraid she might disappear. The kiss was messy and intense, all teeth and tongues.

Faye took a moment to steady herself, but then her hands found Yoko's waist, holding her steady as she tried to ground herself amidst the storm that was Yoko. She kissed back just as fiercely, letting herself get lost for a moment in the intoxicating taste and feel of hers. She guided Yoko through the kiss but still let her take the lead. It was clear Yoko wanted this badly-her tongue exploring Faye's mouth with eager urgency.

Faye felt Yoko's tongue on her own and let out a moan, and as if it triggered something in Yoko, she clutched Faye's shirt tighter and pressed her body against hers. Faye could feel all of Yoko's curves against her own, and the sensation left her dizzy.

After what felt like an eternity in their own world, the need for air became undeniable. Faye pulled back slightly, her breathing ragged. Yoko looked disappointed by the loss of contact, her own breath coming in short gasps. Her lips were pale but still yearning.

Faye rested her forehead against Yoko's, her hands cradling the younger woman's face. She tried to catch her breath and silently assure Yoko that pulling away wasn't about rejection.

"Yoko..." Faye's voice was hoarse, laden with emotion. "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to hurt you."

Yoko looked up at her, her eyes shining with both determination and vulnerability. "You won't hurt me," she said firmly, then softly rested her head on Faye's shoulder. "I've wanted this since the day I first saw you. I want you in all forms and shapes, P'Faye. And I trust you. You won't hurt me."