ILLICIT AFFAIRS | WLW

Christmas Tree Farm

𝐀𝐍: Once again, this chapter is longer than usual for two reasons. The first being that I want to keep the Lake House chapters in 3 chapters, the second reason due to the fact that you guys have had to WAIT for this. Apologies for that...!

Hope you enjoy this!!

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There was a deceptive stillness to the Kingsley family lake house on this winter morning, still wrapped in a kind of soft morning hush, lingering with the seasonal scent of cinnamon. It was the kind of space that held its peace, as if the house itself knew not to speak too loudly, not to disrupt the rhythm already underway between the two women pressed together on the sofa.

Blair sat perched on Catherine's lap, straddling her with an ease that could only come from familiarity, acting as a confident echo of a girl who, only months prior, had hesitated at the threshold of this woman's world. Her thighs braced against the outer edges of Catherine's hips, her weight a warm anchor against the older woman's lap, her knees pressing into the deep cushions of the sofa.

The borrowed t-shirt she wore, naturally Catherine's, hung askew off on one shoulder, her skin bared to the golden morning light. But neither of them seemed particularly interested in modesty right now. Beneath the shirt, the faint curve of her stomach brushed Catherine's as they kissed, slowly at first, and then with a mounting hunger. And as the hem rode up, revealing the bare skin of her hips and lower back, Catherine's hands had moved to cradle them protectively, possessively.

One arm wrapped snugly around Blair's waist, holding her in place, helping to guide their hips closer with an encouraging grind. The other had found its home against the small of Blair's back, her palm flat underneath the t-shirt's fabric, her fingers trailing against the girl's spine with a languid insistence.  It was as if even the sensation of touch was something sacred, something not to be rushed but admired, treasured.

Their mouths moved in tandem, their lips brushing and parting in a series of unhurried collisions, their tongues meeting with a deliberate slowness, their breaths now stolen. The kiss they shared was not a casual one, not a simple morning greeting but something deeper, more deliberate; the kind of kiss that tasted like familiarity and insistence, like memory and need. It tasted like the urgency of two people who knew they shouldn't be doing this right now but were both far too enthralled to even think about stopping.

Blair's own hands had buried themselves in Catherine's hair, those loose ginger waves tousled from the pillow and now from Blair's reverent and tugging fingers. The pull of her hands was greedy in that quietly possessive way that Blair would always be embarrassed to admit but which Catherine had grown to recognise as one of the purest expressions of Blair's need.

When Blair sought to somehow deepen their connection even more, her hips pushed forward with slightly more pressure, her weight teasing more than it promised. Yet it still elicited a soft hum from Catherine's throat, one that vibrated through her chest and spilled into Blair's mouth.

Her lips parted from Catherine's with a whisper of breath, her lashes fluttering briefly before she murmured something unintelligible, a noise rather than a word, and yet it felt as though it carried meaning, nonetheless.

Half-lost in sensation and yet never quite out of control, Catherine responded by letting her hand inch towards the hem of Blair's t-shirt, her fingers curling, tugging up slowly, each inch of revealed skin an invitation. She'd done this before, with fewer obstacles; no hesitation, no interruptions, just with a silent knowing between them.

Blair's arms lifted, almost on instinct, allowing the shirt to inch higher but before it cleared her ribcage, something within her changed. It was subtle. No gasp, no protest, just the slight pause of her mouth, a change that Catherine felt immediately.