Written for my Milliepops!
'Cos maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my wonderwall
She'd been watching her all day, and for months before, unable to stop herself. She watches the way she sways as she walks, her petite bum moving elegantly. Her long raven hair falls down far below her shoulders and sits perfectly.
She thinks how it would be a taste of heaven to call this woman 'mine' To touch her in places most men would only dream of. She knows how wrong it is, this same woman has slept with both her brothers. But it doesn't appear to faze her any more. She wants to be with her in every way possible and not just physically.
Michelle wants to hold Carla in her arms for hours on end and love her like nobody else could.
She finds she can't stop herself any longer. She watches as Carla stands up to search for a file, leaning against the filing cabinet in a lazy manner. She stands up and shifts her body closer to Carla's, standing directly in front of her. Without saying a word Michelle closes the draw and Carla gazes at her in confusion. She places her lips delicately against her friends. It takes Carla a few seconds to realise what's happening and lean away from the kiss.
"Michelle, I'm with Peter!"
"Peter isn't here"
"I'm with Peter!" she argues with more determination. She pushes Michelle away more forcefully than she meant to, confusion and maybe a hint of longing in her eyes. But Michelle isn't thrown. A sly smile forms across her gentle features as she edges her way closer to Carla again.
"'Chelle.." Carla's voice is less than a whisper now and Michelle notices how her hand feel clammy as she holds it in her own and her breathing has considerably shallowed.
"But does Peter make you feel like this?" Michelle whispers seductively as she places a loving kiss to Carla's hand and then trails her hands along the contours of her body, her hand resting on the small of her back.
Carla's soft moans fill Michelle's body with pleasure and encourage her to continue. She places small kisses to Carla's neck, nibbling at random pieces of her soft skin. "Does he do this?" She whispers in a low voice as she takes Carla's pulse point into her lips and sucks gently, Carla's moans now filling the room.
"Can he drive you this wild?" Michelle slips her hands under Carla's top, her eyes holding Carla's the entire time. Daring her to question their feelings. She lets her nails scrap along her silky, bare skin. Trailing their way up to her breasts.
She doesn't get a chance to go to any further as she finds herself pushed up against the wall and Carla's lips crash against hers, their tongues immediately dancing with each other, fighting for dominance.
As Carla steps away, her breathing heavy, she lets her forehead rest against Michelle's as they smile nervously at each other. She bites her lip, chewing it softly.
"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that for"
"Believe me I do" Michelle replies.
