Moving In, Making Love

Little Puck and Sophia Burns shoved the last box into their new place and dropped onto the couch, too wrung out to celebrate. Little Puck rolled her shoulder and winced. Sophia scooted closer, offered a back rub, and Little Puck turned around with a grin. Sophia's palms started slow and steady, pressing into tight muscle, sinking deeper with each pass. Little Puck let out a low sigh that slipped into something needier. Sophia's hands skimmed lower. Heat gathered under every stroke. Fingers brushed bare skin under the hem of a tank top and lingered. They exchanged a look, the decision already made. Clothes came off in uneven tugs and soft laughter. Sophia kissed the sore shoulder, then claimed Little Puck's mouth while their bodies slid together on the couch. Their pace stayed slow, drawn out, each touch purposeful. Fingers coaxed slick between soft folds, thumbs circled tight nipples, tongues teased and tasted. On her back now, Little Puck opened wide and let Sophia settle between her thighs, mouth and fingers giving in tandem until her hips jerked and a strangled moan broke loose. They switched places without hurry, Sophia straddling Little Puck's face, fingers tangled in short hair, grinding down against tongue and breath until her thighs trembled and her cry echoed off the still-bare walls. They kept moving together long after the ache was forgotten, every thrust and grind new, warm, possessive. The apartment filled with slick sounds, low gasps, and the muted thump of bodies finding rhythm on brand-new cushions. When they finally stilled, sweat cooling and hearts racing, the place felt marked and lived-in at last.