Inked Pink - Jessie Lee & Rocky Emerson

Jessie is home, heart still splintered, when Rocky shows up. She wraps her arms around her friend and talks softly about fixing the ache with shopping bags and distractions. Jessie shakes her head, wants nothing outside these walls, only Rocky’s skin next to hers. She reaches out and asks for cuddle time instead. Rocky answers by folding her long body behind Jessie on the bed, knees tucked into Jessie’s, one arm draped across her waist. Their breaths find a slow common rhythm. Minutes stretch. A new need sparks in Jessie and she rolls to face her friend, voice barely above the sheets. “Why don’t we hook up anymore?” Rocky laughs low in her chest, admits the boyfriends kept taking up space. Jessie’s smile turns sharp. “No boyfriends ever again. I miss you.” Rocky’s lip disappears between her teeth, then she leans in, the kiss hot and certain. Every inch of her is ready to soothe Jessie’s hurt, one lazy thrust of hips, one quiet moan, every detail given to erasing that bastard from her memory.