Lover II- ML

351. Secret Promises

AN: in honour of Alexia and Mapi's debuts in the WSL, here's this weekend's chapter early!

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"This is so irresponsible of us." Patri mumbles into the lazy and deep kiss, her hands gliding up and down Emilia's bare thighs. "We should be taking it slow, we should talk about us more."

"Shh." Emilia hushes the Spaniard underneath her softly, getting lost in the feeling of their naked bodies together again, Patri's hands on her body. "We don't need to talk, I promise you." She whispers.

Patri's eyes open when she feels Emilia cup her jaw. "You promise this is what you want?" She double checks. "Definitely?"

"You're all I want." Emilia promises, her eyes slowly moving between Patri's. "I don't want to be married, not if it means we're apart from each other."

Patri captures Emilia's lips with her own again, rolling them over in her bed.

Emilia's back hits the soft mattress and the warmth of Patri above her makes her sigh softly, longingly.

Patri looked so beautiful in the morning light, with that radiant smile of hers and gentle eyes.

Emilia lifts her hand and runs it through Patri's hair slowly, loving how soft and long it was, how all she could smell was vanilla and how Patri's legs were so soft against her own.

This was where she felt most like herself, where she could express herself and truly feel comfortable with another human being.

There was no better and more secure feeling.

"I'm a lesbian." Emilia whispers soft but sure.

Patri's smile falters in confusion, but she doesn't move herself from above Emilia and instead tilts her head in interest. "You're..."

Emilia forces herself to smile as she nods. "Being with... him. He didn't force me, but I definitely forced myself to enjoy it." She explains ashamedly. "But I couldn't. His touch wasn't like yours, I didn't want to touch his... I just didn't want to be with him." She shivers.

Patri clears her throat softly and places her hands either side of Emilia so she could lean back a little. "Why did you do it then?"

Emilia sighs and rests her head back on the pillow, shaking her head with an ironic smile. "I wanted the furthest thing from you, I wanted to forget what it felt like to be kissed on the neck slowly, to have someone with fingers like yours inside me." She admits.

Patri swallows slowly, her eyes unintentionally darting down to Emilia's chest. "Were you trying to punish yourself?"

"I was trying to move on like I thought you did." Emilia corrects weakly.

Patri furrows her eyebrows almost defensively. "Never do that again." She requests.

"No." Emilia chuckles at the look on Patri's face. "No, I won't." 

Patri nods slowly and her shoulders loosen their built tension, drawing her attention back down to the woman naked under her.

Lowering her head, Patri's lips graze Emilia's neck teasingly. "Like this?" She whispers.

"Oh." Emilia's lips part in amazement. "Exactly like that."

Patri hums and keeps her lips lazily kissing Emilia's neck, her fingers purposefully dragging down Emilia's stomach and past her bellybutton. "Like..."

Emilia's breathless moan gave Patri the answer, her curling fingers drawing a lower and more desperate moan from the blonde.

"Yes, just like that." Emilia encourages.