Blondie fun

Nikki called out of nowhere. Two weeks ago. We hadn't spoken in ages. She asked if I wanted to come over and catch up. I said yes before she finished the sentence. Her apartment smelled like her perfume. We sat on the couch with wine, trading stories, laughing until our stomachs hurt. Then the conversation drifted to old projects. The ones we'd done together. The late nights. The tension that never quite resolved. She got quiet for a moment, then looked at me with that half-smile I remembered. Said maybe we should remember more than just the work. I don't know who moved first. Her mouth was on mine, hot and certain. We pulled at each other's clothes like we were trying to make up for lost time. Her skin was warm under my hands. She tasted like wine and something sweeter. When I pushed inside her she gasped and pulled me deeper, legs wrapped tight around my waist. We moved together like we'd never stopped, sweat-slicked and urgent. She came first, shuddering hard, fingernails digging into my back. I followed right after, buried deep, groaning against her neck. We lay there afterward, breathing hard, skin cooling. Neither of us said much. We didn't need to.