Mornings at Duke's (GirlxGirl)

Tu me manques

All it takes is their name,
and a rush of reckless memories
ravage your brain,
a surge if swirling emotions
shoot through your veins.

Song: Night Go Slow/ by Catey Shaw

Melanie's POV:

Hazel slowly guided me to her bedroom, our hands and lips never leaving each other. Still feeling a little wasted, this was the only thing that made me feel better. Reaching to her room, she opened the door with her back and lead the way.

"I want you." She whispered and began kissing down my neck, making me moan softly. My hands found her shirt and tried to get it off her but it was impossible without stopping the kiss.

She giggled to my struggle and step away, slowly beginning to strip herself. I watched her with pure lust in my eyes, sudden heat evolving my body.When she, agonizingly slow, threw her pants away, leaving her with nothing but a matching bra and pantie. I felt horny by the sight so- compared to her- I quickly undressed myself.

Then the moment I finished undressing myself, just left with a bra and pantie just like Hazel, I looked up and met her lustful eyes.

She walked towards me and put a finger near my collar bone, slowly pushing me to the bed. Her eyes watched me like a hunter ready to hunt, turning me on more and more.

As soon as the back of my knees connected with the bed I fell backwards, dragging Hazel with me. We hit the soft bed and jumped a little, both of us giggling. Then Hazel climbed up from my toes, resembling a tiger, to my stomach. She planted a soft kiss there and pulled herself upper, straddling me.

Just when she was about to lean down to kiss me the door bell rang. Hazel groaned but I seemed to sober up with the sound. I shouldn't, I thought. It would be wrong. Hazel was my friend and I really didn't want to lose that.

"Aunt Vicky?" She spoke loudly. We waited for a respond for a few second when she said she would look.

Upon hearing that Hazel grinned widely and turned back to me. Not wasting any second, her head quickly lowered to my neck. I felt her hot tongue, lips, teeth, everything.

She slowly trailed down to torso, making me arch my back from the intense pleasure I was having. A soft moan escaped from my mouth and I felt Hazel smile to my skin.

However, before she could go any lower we heard a loud thud.

"Get the fuck off her, bitch!"

An angry yet familiar voice roared at us, making me flinch from reflex. Hazel stopped kissing my collar bones absurdly and stood up, still sitting on my stomach. I felt cold from the loss of contact and shivered, but couldn't say anything.

Then, she and I both turned to where the voice came and saw a furious looking Emily throwing daggers at Hazel's way. Her eyes were showing nothing but pure hatred and anger, her fists squeezed to a point that made her skin white. I looked both amazed and confused at her.

Suddenly a heat rushed through my body, giving tingles everywhere it went. My throat felt like the Sahara Desert as my lings shrinked, giving me a hard time to breathe easily.

Regardless of the absurd situation, a zoo was moving inside my stomach. Seeing her made me feel so many things at once. Nevertheless, I had missed her, so fucking much. And now, seeing her standing their at the door, at Paris... it was all overwhelming.

She looked different too. She had slightly longer hair than what I imagined and the bags under her eyes were visible. She looked tired, exhausted even. Yet the posture she had didn't show it, it only screamed dominance and for the first time in my life, I was glad that I wasn't the one receiving death glares.