Pre-op anxiety

Angelica has surgery tomorrow, and Kyra knows exactly how to quiet the panic. She shows up at eight, takes her hand, and leads her straight to the shower. The water is scalding, steam swallowing everything. Kyra presses Angelica against the tile, kisses her slowly until the tension leaves her shoulders. Angelica opens, legs parting, wetter than the spray, while Kyra’s fingers find the slippery heat between them and sink two deep. She fucks her with steady rhythm, thumb circling her clit every time her knuckles disappear inside. Angelica comes with her forehead on Kyra’s collarbone, trembling, then drops to her knees, mouth open and tongue out, grateful, licking her best friend until Kyra grips the shower bar and moans. Later, towels around their waists, they crawl into bed. Neither one mentions tomorrow.