A better program

The remote stays dead on the couch while Payton stares at the blank screen. Paloma finds her there and lets her gaze speak first. She steps in, cups Payton’s face, and presses their mouths together, slow and deep, the question Payton meant to ask melting into the wet heat of her tongue. Paloma tastes sweet and deliberate, taking her time until Payton is open and breathing hard against her. A moan slips out, small and helpless, and Paloma swallows it before she draws back, lips shiny, voice low. She wants Payton bare and laid out beneath her, thighs parted so she can sink her tongue inside that aching cunt until every thought of the canceled show disappears. Payton nods before the words even leave her. Paloma smiles, slides a hand under her waistband, and they move toward the bedroom already tasting what comes next.