Christmas break was approaching quickly, and thank god Laura was getting one too. Since she became a professor she was so busy with grading papers and her students, that we barely had time just to ourselves.
We were set to see her dad for two weeks, then the next we were going to sit on a beach in Italy. I just wanted some alone time with Laura.
Our car trip took a few hours which was me driving, and Laura, you guessed it, grading papers.
We pull into Sherman's driveway, and before Laura steps out, I pull on her arm.
She looks over at me. Her style has changed quite a bit over the years. Gone were the days of the little naive girl, now she was a professor, she had her black overcoat and the white blouse underneath. She was a professional now.
"Hey, this is a vacation, okay?" I say softly. "No grading papers."
Laura smiles and nods. "Promise. No work for the next month."
As soon as she said that, I knew she wasn't going to last. We went in and said hi to Sherman, before unpacking in Laura's childhood bedroom.
Dinner was made and within minutes of the dishes being cleared away, Laura had her book, a red pen, and a pile of mediocre journalism papers spread out before her.
Sherman and I gave each other a look, but we said nothing. Our night continued, the conversation mostly being carried by Sherman and me, but I guess it was still nice.
I practically had to lead Laura to our room, her eyes locked on her papers. She was still messing with her papers when I came out of the bathroom ready for bed.
"Laura!" I all but yell. "You promised."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just have a few more, then I'm done, I swear." She doesn't even look at me.
"Okay, I was saving this for Italy, but I think we need it now." I cross to the dresser and dig through my underwear drawer. I found what I had hidden and head back into the bathroom.
While Laura was out shopping for Italy, I did a little shopping of my own. I normally dress in a pair of boxers and a sports bra, but I had picked out a nice black two piece lingerie that was made entirely out of lace. I let my hair down and put on a little bit of makeup.
When I stepped back out, Laura was still looking down at her papers. She still wasn't looking at me.
"Laura, for fuck's sake." I sigh. "Your incredibly hot girlfriend is sitting here in lingerie and you are too busy looking at poorly-written papers made by overachieving freshmen."
Laura finally looks up at me. Her eyes rake over my body and her jaw falls slack. "W-Wow." The papers in her hands were quickly left forgotten. She stands and crosses over to me, her warm hand cups my cheek, and her lips brush softly against mine.
Her touch sends a warmth that starts in my stomach and spreads through my body. Ever since I got my humanity back things have been . . . different. I could feel heat and cold, I tired from strenuous activity, and going up a few flights of stairs made me winded. And just Laura, in general, made me lose my breath.
Her tongue slips past my lips, her other hand tentatively touches my bare stomach. She pulls me to her, our bodies press together. Laura takes control, which I didn't mind. She flips us around and pushes against me.
My back hits the sheets of her bed, and Laura climbs over me. Our combined weight makes the bed squeak with every move. Laura straddles my legs and quickly rips off her jacket before kissing me again.
I feel my heart jump. It was a new sensation that I haven't felt in a long time. I was still getting used to it. Laura presses hot kisses down my neck. "You look amazing." She mumbles against my skin.
I can't help but smile, and tilt my head back, giving Laura more space to work with. The warmth of her enveloped me. It was comforting and made me hot at the same time. My heartbeat suddenly drops between my legs, a low ache that starts deep in my stomach.
I desperately wanted Laura to move her mouth lower, but she was currently lavishing my neck, her teeth scraping and biting my skin. I pull on Laura's hand and press it between my legs.
"Someone's impatient." Laura giggles, but she obliges. Her fingers hook under my underwear and pull them down my legs devastatingly slow.
"I've been patient for months." I sigh.
"I guess you have been," Laura smirks. I know she was just loving this, me being at her mercy. "So I'll give you what you want."
Laura's fingers press into me. They circle around my opening while her palm brushes against my clit.
A shudder passes through me. I wrap my arms around Laura's neck, my nails scraping lightly on her back. She scoots over a little, her knee between my legs. Her other hand rakes over my thigh before hooking under my knee and wrapping it around her waist.
Laura's fingers slip easily inside of me, my legs shake, the ache turns sharp, and constant. I wanted her, and I wanted her now. I pull Laura closer, I couldn't get her any closer. "Faster." I growl.
Laura's eyebrows furrow with concentration, but her hand picks up speed. Her hand cups my breast over my bra, her thumb brushing over my nipple.
My legs shake, the muscles in my stomach twitch. I take a deep breath, I had to now. Laura made me lose my breath just with her touch. Laura's hand pumps another time, and her fingers curl inside me. It's been so long that I come quickly with a loud yell of Laura's name. I'm sure Sherman could'v heard, but frankly right now, I didn't care.
Laura doesn't take her hand away, and the fullness of her was comforting, but she pulls away too soon. She lays down next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulling my head onto her chest.
I let out a long sigh, the feeling of pure happiness washing over me.
"Okay." Laura sighs. "I have to get back to work." She sits up.
"What? No!" I all but yell."
Laura giggles and shakes her head. "I'm kidding." She lays back down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I can't help but laugh, and lay my head back down on her. "Good. If you think I'm going to let you pick up those papers again, you have another thing coming."
Laura laughs. "Hey." She pinches my chin in her fingers and pulls my head up to look at her. "I'm sorry for being so busy lately. I just love this job so much, I love grading the papers, even though you think they suck. I promise, the rest our vacation, is all about us. I won't even touch the papers."
I smile, and nod. "Thanks. I know you love the job, but I love you, and I've felt . . . lonely." The word gets stuck in my throat. Having feelings made me sick.
Laura smils widely and nods. "I love you too."
