Rain pattered against the window, a gentle rhythm softening the stillness of the room. The faint scent of warm spices mingled with the aroma of mulled wine, filling Isabella’s apartment with a fragile sort of peace. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights casting a warm glow that reflected off the rain-slick streets outside.


    “You’re ridiculous,” Isabella said, her laughter spilling into the quiet, her emerald eyes sparkled. She sat on her two-seater couch, her cast-clad right hand resting awkwardly on her lap, and a glass of mulled wine balanced in her left.


    Evelyn leaned back beside her, her own cast cradling her left hand. The detective’s sharp green eyes danced with amusement as she recounted the ill-fated story of a stakeout gone wrong.


    “So there I was,” Evelyn said, her voice dry and matter-of-fact, though her grin gave her away, “perched like some overconfident gargoyle on the edge of a rooftop. Thought I had the perfect view—until the damn chimney gave out. Next thing I know, I’m in some guy’s living room, covered in soot, with his cat hissing at me like I’m Satan himself.”


    Isabella laughed again, doubling over slightly as she clutched her glass tighter. “And the guy just—what? Offered you tea?”


    Evelyn shrugged one shoulder, her smirk widening. “Tea and a broom. Said if I was going to break in, I might as well clean up after myself.”


    “That’s absurd!” Isabella’s face was flushed, the warmth of her amusement cutting through the cold of the foggy December morning outside.


    “You’re like something out of a comedy sketch.”


    “What can I say?” Evelyn said, lifting her glass in a mock toast. “I’m nothing if not memorable.”


    Their shoulders brushed as they settled back into the couch, the quiet between them comfortable, familiar. The tension of the last month—events, accusations, the weight of the close call—had melted into something softer.


    Isabella set her glass down on the low table in front of them, her movements careful.


    “Wait here,” she said, rising to her feet. She crossed the room to the tree, crouching down to retrieve a small, neatly wrapped box from beneath its branches.


    Evelyn raised an eyebrow, setting her own glass aside. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Isabella.”


    “Well, I did.”


    Isabella returned to the couch, her grin lopsided but warm. She sat down beside Evelyn, tucking her legs under her. The box rested in her left hand, which she extended toward Evelyn with a quiet sort of pride.


    Evelyn took the gift with her good hand, the weight of it surprisingly steady despite the awkwardness of her cast. She glanced at Isabella, her expression softening at the younger woman’s expectant gaze.


    “What’s this?”


    “Open it and see,” Isabella said, her tone light but her cheeks faintly pink.


    Evelyn tugged at the paper, her movements slow, deliberate. The wrapping fell away to reveal a sleek cigarette case, its surface polished to a muted shine. She turned it over in her hand, her thumb brushing over the tiny wave motif engraved on its surface.


    Isabella’s gaze flickered to her lap, then back up. “I thought you could use something classy. You know, for all those rooftop stakeouts. With this I...I could be with you in some—"” Evelyn kissed Isabella cutting her off. The kiss was slow. Deliberate. But brief. Evelyn broke the kiss before things could continue.


    "Way..." Isabella continued, eyes as wide as a deer in headlights.


    "It’s perfect!" Evelyn responded, smirking slightly at the expression Isabella was now making.


    "You okay with this?" Evelyn asked.


    "wow!" Isabella responded, her brain finally catching up with what just happened, a blush exploding on her cheeks that was from more than just the wine.


    Isabella leaned in and kissed her back. The kiss started out soft and slow, but it didn’t stay that way. Isabella''s tongue slid across Evelyn''s lips and she opened her mouth to let her in, letting out a soft moan as Isabella’s tongue slipped into her mouth.


    After a moment Evelyn pulled away, moving over to Isabella''s ear.


    "You will always be with me," she whispered back before giving Isabella''s ear a playful bite that made her breath shake.


    Evelyn gently eased Isabella down onto the couch so she could be on top of her. Isabella opened her legs to allow Evelyn some space and she took it, placing her thigh right in between Isabella''s legs but just out of reach. A small wimpering protest escaped Isabella''s mouth.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "Ask for it." Evelyn said in a whisper.


    "Mean!" Isabella pouted back but Evelyn kissed her in response, dropping to the elbow of her bad hand so she could free up her good one. Before Isabella could say anything more, she moved her free hand over to Isabella''s right breast, giving a playful squeeze.


    When Isabella moaned into the kiss Evelyn said again, "Ask for it."


    "Please," Isabella gasped.


    "Please what?" Evelyn responded in mock confusion, now pressing and tracing circles around Isabella''s nipple.


    "Please give it to me. I want it. I need it!" The final words out of Isabella''s mouth was dripping with desperation and desire. Evelyn did not keep her waiting, and moved her hips forward, letting Isabella feel the pressure and movement where she needed it! Isabella started to move her hips up and down in small bucking motions against Evelyn''s thigh and Evelyn did the same against Isabella''s thigh.


    At the same time Isabella pressed a slow soft kiss to Evelyn''s sharp jawline before moving lower to her neck. Evelyn felt a sharp pinch that sent a lightning bolt down her body as Isabella bit lightly into the skin on her neck, before kissing it as almost an apology. Isabella did not stop there! She moved lower, alternating between biting and kissing all the way down to Evelyn''s collar bone.


    "Good girl" Evelyn moaned in response, her skin feeling little hotter where Isabella''s teeth had been.


    Evelyn''s good hand drifted from Isabella''s breast and dropped to the hem of her Christmas sweater, moving under to feel bare skin. She raked her nails slowly down Isabella''s side, starting at her rib cage and ending just above her hip, the touch sending hot waves of pleasure radiating through isabella''s body and she clamped her legs hard against Evelyn''s thigh. Then Evelyn''s hand closed around the hem of Isabella''s sweater and pulled it up over her head, Isabella lifting her arms to help Evelyn.


    The soft patter of rain against the window was the only sound beyond their breathing, punctuated by the occasional creak of the couch. The room felt warmer, the dim glow of the Christmas tree lights casting dancing patterns on the walls, blending with the hazy warmth of the moment.


    Isabella pushed herself up onto her elbows before leaning in and continuing what they had started. The kiss was more now, hunger mixing with live and desire. Isabella reached up with her right hand and grabbed Evelyn''s shoulder, giving it a soft tug in the direction she wanted. Evelyn got the message and rolled over, the two switching places on the couch. Now Isabella was on top of her and she wasted no time in removing Evelyn''s sweater. Isabella leaned down, resuming her work from earlier, kissing her way down from Evelyn''s collarbone to just above Evelyn''s left breast. She kissed. She teased. She bit. Working her way from one brest to another, Evelyn at the same time grinding harder into Isabella''s thigh, and by the time she was done Evelyn was moaning and writhing under her.


    "Your turn". She said, following it up with a slow drag of her own nails down Evelyn''s stomach. She bit her lip when she felt Evelyn''s abs shaping her skin and it took everything she had not to just give up and let Evelyn have her way with her.


    “I want you,” Evelyn said. “God, I want you so much.”


    Isabella laughed.


    “Good,” she said, then she leaned down, taking Evelyn''s nipple in her mouth whilst squeezing her other nipple between her thumb and index. Evelyn bucked so hard at the combination that she almost threw Isabella off her!


    Evelyn''s hand reached up to give Isabella''s waist a hard squeeze then drifted lower, her thumbs hooking on Isabella''s waistband and panties before continuing the slow drift of her hands over her ass. Isabella kicked with her legs, helping Evelyn remove her pants, the cool air amplifying her wetness. Evelyn then did the same with hers, although a little difficult with the combination of one good hand and the position of Isabella''s thigh against her crotch, but the two of them managed. Evelyn moved upwards, deepening the kiss between the two to help guide Isabella back into a sitting position on her knees. Then Evelyn shifted off the couch and helped Isabella position herself at its edge, legs spreading to give Evelyn more room.


    "God you''re beautiful!" Evelyn said, while kneeling on the rug, looking up at Isabella''s naked body. Isabella''s cheeks redness deepening even further and Evelyn''s smile grew. Evelyn pressed a kiss to Isabella''s thigh, making her suck in a breath as her hand grabbed hold of and dug into a couch cushion.


    The next kiss came a little higher. The bite came even higher. Then again. Then again. Each one getting ever so closer to where Isabella wanted her. Where Isabella needed her. Isabella''s body was screaming for it all and when Isabella felt Evelyn''s warm breath against her center, she had to bite down on her fist to muffle the scream that rose from inside her.


    Isabella felt Evelyn user her thumbs to part her folds and slammed her head back into the couch, sucking in a breath and bucking her hips as she felt Evelyn''s tongue finally against her clit.


    “Oh, God,” she moaned as Evelyn stated to pulse her tongueup and down.


    Isabella closed her eyes and just let herself feel what was happening. Evelyn’s tongue sliding through her folds, dipping inside her entrance, stroking her clit.


    She felt two of Evelyn''s fingers brush against her entrance before pausing.


    “Is this okay?” Evelyn asked.


    “Yes,” Isabella fought to get the word out. Evelyn smiled and slid inside her, fucking her slowly at first, but then faster as she begged for more. She was close. Oh god she was close.


    “Good girl,” Evelyn said. She pressed a kiss to Isabella’s clit moving her tongue up and down in a gentle wave like motion.


    “Harder,” she begged.


    Evelyn picked up her pace.


    Isabella knew she wasn’t going to last long. Not like this. She opened her mouth to warn Evelyn, but only a shaky breath came out. Her breathing increased into rapid shallow beats in time with Evelyn''s fingers moving in and out of her. Isabella let out a scream and the world seemed to fade away until all that was left were Evelyn’s fingers inside her and tongue pressing against her clit, and then, even that was lost in wave after wave after wave of pleasure. All she could see were blotches of green, red, silver, and gold of the decorations hung up on her wall. All Isabella could feel was her body shaking and squeezing and relaxing, all Isabella could hear were her own screams in her ears. Then it was over, and Evelyn was laying down on top of her, and she could taste herself in Evelyn’s kiss, and when Evelyn whispered ‘I love you,’ did Isabella finally allow herself to pass out.