Fashion House #01

Shay walks into the design studio and finds Prinzzess bent over a drawing board. Light pours through the tall windows and catches the curve of her back. Shay moves in close. Her hands slip around Prinzzess's waist, steady, deliberate. The measuring tape on the table clatters to the floor. Neither of them picks it up. Prinzzess turns her head, lips parted. Shay kisses her neck, tasting warm skin and faint soap. She bites once, gently, then firmer. Prinzzess exhales. The stool scrapes as she shifts her weight, pressing back into Shay's body. Their clothes come off fast. Shay pushes the sketchbook aside. She lifts Prinzzess onto the workbench, legs open, knees over the edge. Sunlight traces the line between her thighs. Shay drops to her knees. She licks her once, slow, then seals her mouth over her. Prinzzess’s fingers tighten around the workbench lip. Shay sucks and circles with her tongue, one finger sliding inside. She moves her hand with short, steady thrusts, matching the rhythm of her mouth. Prinzzess gasps and rocks forward. Shay adds another finger, stretches her, fucks her with purpose. Prinzzess comes with her head thrown back and the sound escaping her mouth sounding like relief. Shay stands, wipes her lips, then turns Prinzzess over the bench. She presses against her from behind. Skin on skin, sweat gathering at their waists. Shay reaches between them, finds Prinzzess still wet, and slips back inside. Two fingers curl forward. Prinzzess grinds down, helpless now, seeking more. Shay works her until she shakes again. Afterward they stay like that for a moment, breathing. Shay pulls out, smooth and slow, then kisses Prinzzess between the shoulder blades. Prinzzess laughs, low and pleased. The studio smells of cedar and sex. Sunlight keeps moving across the floor.