'Morning'
Inspired by 'Sins'
Stella could feel Eve's heart beneath her own, she could feel Eve's chest rise and fall with her breaths. Stella's body was positioned right on top of Eve under the bedsheets, which had slipped from her shoulders down to her waist. Her bare back was arched slightly as she lifted the upper half of her body away from Eve's to look at her properly.
"Don't..." Warned Stella, knowing what Eve was thinking.
"Ergh. I know." Eve sighed – Stella felt the movement all the way through Eve's body. "I do not want to smoke, I do not want to smoke..."
"Good. Keep it up and you'll get a reward" Promised Stella, lowering herself for a brief kiss. "The army boys at the pub all stank of cigarette smoke. And of sweat. And beer."
"And testosterone?"
Stella nodded, making a face. "You, on the other hand..." She leaned into Eve's neck, smelling deeply, trying to pinpoint that smell, the scent of Eve Lockhart. "...you smell very nice." She finished, with a smile. Eve laughed, softly, deeply, and again Stella could feel the laugh – as if it was a physical thing – travel from Eve's mouth, down her body, and into Stella's from where they were pressed together below the hips. Preoccupied with enjoying the sensation, Stella didn't notice the look in Eve's eyes, nor did she foresee the sudden movement Eve would make to dislodge her, roll on top, thus reversing the pair's positions.
"Gotcha..." Teased Eve, now lightly holding Stella's arms down from above.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur, both of them enjoying some time together, before the next two year old dead body showed up at cold case headquarters.