A Night At Marley's

Marley had invited Strawberry to spend the night. They sat close on the bed, laughing, trading small truths about what they loved in one another. When Marley leaned in to murmur something low in her ear, the air shifted. They kissed fast and wet, tugging at hems and straps until everything hit the floor. Their bodies met, smooth and bare. Fingers found the slick heat between them, slid in, first one, then two, then slid back to press against tighter rings of muscle until both holes yielded. Tongues flicked over nipples and inner thighs, mouths open and greedy. By morning the sheets clung to their skin and the silence between them felt like a shared secret.