I Know What You Need

Delilah got the text while standing in line for coffee. Fired. No call. No meeting. Just some HR copy-paste saying her position was eliminated. She threw the phone across the kitchen. When Theodora came home she found her roommate pacing, furious, eyes red. Theodora listened, sighed, pulled her into a hug. "We'll get you something better," she said. Delilah believed her, but that didn't untangle the knot between her shoulder blades. Theodora led her to the bedroom anyway. Oil warmed in her palms, sheets pulled back. Delilah stripped, lay down naked on her stomach. Theodora climbed on, knees bracketing Delilah's hips, and started slow, thumbs digging into the tight muscle along her spine. She worked down, kneading thighs, then the round swell of ass, pressing deep enough that Delilah finally let out a long, shaky breath. Tension still held her tight. Theodora stripped off her top, lowered until bare tits pressed warm and soft against Delilah's back. Skin on skin, she rolled her weight in slow circles. Delilah felt the softness drag across her shoulders, the nipples dragging over bare skin. It helped. When Delilah rolled onto her back, Theodora's hands moved to her chest, cupping, stroking, thumbs brushing nipples until they peaked. She leaned down and closed her mouth over one, sucking gently, then moved up to kiss Delilah's mouth—slow, open, tasting like the strawberry lip balm she always wore. Delilah's fingers found the button of Theodora's jeans, shoved them down. Theodora kicked them off along with her panties, then slid between Delilah's spread thighs. Wet heat met wet heat as she rocked down, clit against clit, a slick grind that made both of them moan. They didn't stop until the sheets were damp and Delilah's anger had melted into something softer, heavier, spent.