Don't Slow Down

Mila walked into Serene's house unannounced, lips set like she had something heavy on her mind. She wanted to know why the silence had grown between them. Why no sex, no touch, no heat for weeks. Serene crossed her arms and sighed. Her work had swallowed the days, and she kept thinking Mila deserved someone closer to her own age, someone free to stay out late, someone her parents wouldn't question. Someone society's polite glance would let slide by. Mila listened, then grabbed Serene's wrist. "I love you. Not a placeholder— you. Age is a clock we ignore when I come against your tongue or when you make me shake so hard I forget how to speak." She leaned closer and smiled. "Last night I lay in my bed, soaked two fingers, and imagined you. Came hard twice whispering your name into the pillow." Serene felt the last thread of doubt snap. She caught Mila's mouth in a deep, open kiss, one hand sliding down to cup the curve of Mila's ass, and steered her down the hallway toward the bedroom, door swinging shut behind them.