"That's it."

9.45 PM

Stella picked up the remote and flicked off the TV before she faced Tré. "Well?" she asked after a minute passed.

"Wait, so they only get about four or five hours together once a week?"

Stella nodded her head, "Yup. They spend that time together until midnight. I guess because that's when the day ends."

Tré pulled her mouth back, trying to remember every question that popped up as they watched. It was hard not turning to Stella and ask what was happening. Then again, figuring it out by herself was fun too.

"What were some of your favorite parts?" Stella could tell Tré was trying to remember what she wanted to ask. However, if she can get her to talk about what she liked, maybe that will help her remember.

"Oh, when Kelly tried to make Yorkie jealous with that guy and Yorkie watched. The looks she gave Kelly were devastating. I definitely felt that. And when Kelly went up to the roof, how she searched for her. And told her she was scared. That- "Tré shook her head, unable to finish her sentence. She pressed her lips together. "What about you? What was your favorite part?"

Stella reached up, pulling her hair loose from the up-do and scratched her scalp. Stifling a yawn, she finger-combed her hair. "The parts where they look for each other. Particularly when Yorkie looked through the different timelines to see which one Kelly disappeared into. And the look Kelly gave Yorkie when she turned around. My goodness. It was everything. Not sure whose heart stopped first, mines, or Yorkie's."

"Right? Or the look of devastation inscribed on Yorkie's face when she realized Kelly was avoiding her. After what they had done. I felt that."

"I think several people did, because that type of betrayal, pain, it's universal."

"Maybe not the exact situation," Tré added.

"No, not the exact one, true," Stella agreed, "but the most common. "Understanding her hurt feelings is what I was getting to."

"Oh, yeah," Tré replied, laughing. She wrinkled her nose." That too."

Stella smiled. "So, did you like it?"

"Absolutely. The ending relieved me, I know no one died or broke up, still, it was nice to see how happy they were, knowing they would be together. You were right. It's spectacular."

I told you would like it," Stella beamed, over the moon to hear Tré liked it.

"Do you think they'll make another?"

Stella leaned back, she propped her head in her hand and reached out. She gently traced Tré's soft curls, between her hands. "I'm not sure," she whispered, enjoying the feel of being close to Tré. While she was sitting next to her, she wondered if whether or not she should make a move. Half of her wanted to while the remaining half decided to wait. There was no rush, and she honestly did want her to watch it.

Tré closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. She scooted closer to Stella, interlocking their hands together before locking eyes with her.

Stella's heart skipped a beat the moment her fingers interlaced with Tré's. Smothering her intense feelings, she cleared her throat before speaking. "There's always a possibility of a sequel. The fact a plane was crossing overhead suggests there are other places to go besides San Junipero. I did look into it, and both actresses were pretty satisfied with the ending we received. Although they both stated, they would also be open to a sequel. So endless possibilities," Stella murmured. She lifted Tré's hand up to her nose, her lips softly caressed the delicate, smooth skin. After a minute passed, Stella spoke once more, "It's getting late. I should take you home.''

Tré's logic was telling her that it was a good idea. That she should say, the night had been fun, and she had a lovely time spending it with her. However, she has to go because she has to work tomorrow. That was a legitimate reason, an honest reason. Her legs should have moved by now, should have forced her to stand up and head for the door. Still, she sat there. Her body warming with an undeniable heat as Stella's lips parted slightly before her brain could catch up, Stella kissed Tré's inner palm. Then slowly began to move up her arm. Tré's mouth went dry. Her heart was racing in her chest. Toes curled as her desire rose inside her with every passing second. Reaching her collarbone, Stella placed open-mouth kisses along the ridges. Mouth agape, eyes rolled back, Tré turned her body to face Stella's, now leaning on her back as she pulled Stella closer. Running her hands along the small of her back, Tré's fingers captured the bottom hem of Stella's shirt. As she dipped her fingers inside, an electric current zipped through her fingertips as she slowly ran them up her spine.

Stella let out a sharp breath, the cold tips of Tré's fingers left a tingling sensation as it moved further up her warm skin. Notwithstanding it any more, she flipped Tré on top of her.

Tré yelped out in surprise.

Stella captured her mouth in an open mouth kiss. Sliding her tongue inside, Tré gently sucked it. Unhooking her bra, Stella kneaded the soft mounds, relishing the warm, silky skin. Lightly flicking the embezzled nipples, she tore away from Tré's mouth and planted kisses along her jawline. Tré tilted her head back, enjoying Stella's touches. Grinding her hips back and forth, teasing her, Stella secured Tré's waist with her knees in an ironclad tightness. Locking her in place to prevent her from moving any more. In one swift gesture, Stella yanked off Tré's shirt, leaning forward until she was on top. She sucked on her breasts, before shifting her attention further down her lower abdomen right above her shorts. Looking up, she saw Tré softly nod as she unbuttoned them. Licking her hand, she reached inside and cupped her. Stifling a gratifying moan, Tré bit the bottom of her lip, whimpering.

"Move," Stella directed, unblinking as she watched the ecstasy ripple across Tré's face.

Tré began to grind against the positioned fingers, pleasure bursting through her. She increased the pace, as her breathing began to hitch. Her chest began to rise and fall, making it harder to catch her breath as the pleasure intensified. Shoulders slumped, she could feel her climax reaching its apex. She arched her back, panting at this point. Stella supported her weight and watched as her orgasm build, higher and higher. Smirking, she enjoyed the tantalizing expression riddled across Tré's face. She matched each passing thrust with equal velocity. Grabbing her shoulders, Tré cried out as she gushed over Stella's hand. Not missing a beat, Stella removed her hand from Tré's bottoms, she licked her fingers clean enjoying how she tasted. Eyes unyielding from Tré's hazy glaze, she pulled off her shoes along with her underwear. Drawing her knees apart, Stella trailed a path of kisses from Tré's underbelly, to between her inner thighs before licking her way to her labia. Quivering at this point, Tré shoved her fingers into Stella's hair. Not stopping, Stella continued with her teasing. Arching her back once more, Tré rode Stella's face as she enjoyed her second wave. Stomach clenching, toes curling, mouth curdling, invigorating sensations rolled through her.