Before:
Addison Forbes-Montgomery was turning forty. It was an age that she had reached where she decided to start lying, and saying she was thirty-nine. She would continue the cycle until she became fifty, and the image of a thirty-nine year old had been out the door long before. She still found gray hairs hiding in the mess of red locks peeking out as if to tell her to give up the act. Every three weeks, and a bottle of root dye later, she was back to the sassy, never aging WASP woman she was destined to be.
Birthdays were always so awkward for the neonatal surgeon. Only her birthdays, though. Everyone got her gifts they thought she'd love, things she didn't have, and people who pretended like they cared about a single thing going on in her life. Truth be told, they came for the cake, and because the most stubborn woman had invited them, and threatened their lives if they decided to even think about not attending. Addison pretended to love the party - for her girlfriend of five months, Amelia Shepherd. The woman who was in complete control of parties, gatherings and whatever other social encounter she may have with another human being. There were tiny sandwiches that looked like they belonged on a kid's menu, champagne for the guests, yet the two women were only offered ginger ale, and everyone in the beach side house was to understand this, and not give way to any requests or demands for the bubbly drinks they were served.
Music played from the indoor stereo system as everyone from the practice, as well as some older friends, came to wish Addison a very happy birthday. The catchy song was drowning out the sound of the seagulls and the crashing of the waves in her back yard. Her best friend, Sam Bennett was in charge of the barbecue, offering anyone who walked by a hamburger or hot dog, both of which looked over cooked and charred black. Addie grabbed Amelia's arm in passing, leaning down to whisper directly into the brunette's ear. "We're going to have to order Chinese after, Sam's burning the life out of the food." She said after having made the observation.
Addie placed a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, and released her into the wild of friends chattering and eating tiny sandwiches rather than the main course. Only thirty seconds later, the defined laugh of Amelia tore through her ears, and she grinned from ear to ear. The happiness of her lover was worth the never ending questions, congratulations, and statements about their own birthdays. It was an anti-funeral, and she just wanted to escape from the group and hide in her bathtub for a few hours. Nobody would've noticed she had disappeared anyway, they were there for their well being, as well as whatever cake had been bought and planned two weeks in advance.
What had felt like years was a mere two hours, presents, cake, and burned burgers later. A large trash bag in hand, the redhead had started to pick up plates, silverware, and cups, putting them either in the trash or sink respectively. A certain someone's present was missing from the group that were clumped into a pile on the coffee table. As the certain someone's arms wrapped around Addison's head and covered her eyes, she knew she had guessed correctly that her present would come after the party.
"Happy birthday, love." Amelia had said in a sing-song voice, "You ready for your present?" As the brunette talked, she was leading the taller woman to the couch where she safely sat her down and removed her hands from her eyes to sit in front of her on the floor. Addison looked down at Amelia on the floor, a grin breaking her pensive expression. She shifted around getting comfortable while Amy was pulling a box out of her jacket pocket.
"I know we already decided to get married and all, I just thought this would make it seem more... you know, real? So will you for sure marry me?" The way her tone wavered as if she wasn't sure of the redhead's reply already brought a chuckle to Addison's lips.
"Of course I will for sure marry you."
The ring was meticulously taken from its felt holding, and placed onto Addie's slim finger, fitting perfectly and shining bright. She thought she had hated birthdays, but Amelia proved her wrong. There was an overwhelming feeling of love in her chest, pumping that love through her veins, and it was all she could see, feel and hear as Addie got to her knees in front of Amelia, her back to the bottom of the couch. A pale hand sporting a new ring cupped Amelia's equally pale cheek, bringing her in for a passionate kiss.
Luckily the coffee table had been moved towards the television for more 'socialization room' as Amelia had put it that same morning. Addison had laid her lover back onto the beige carpet, straddling her hips as her hands roamed the familiar skin. Her eyes followed her hands down and up Amelia's body. When Addie's eyes met Amy's, she noted that the heavy lidded blues were staring at her plumped lips. The need had became inevitable, and Addison moved her hands to the carpet on either side of Amy's head. It allowed her to lower herself down and suck her bottom lip in between her own.
Her hands were raised from the carpet by Amelia's, which was her opportunity to lace their fingers, and flip Addison onto her back, giving her the upper hand.
"It's your birthday." Amelia whispered as her lips ghosted over the redhead's neck. She wrapped her lips around the sensetive flesh and nibbled until she was certain there would be a mark of her dominance. She pulled away and ran her warm tongue over it to soothe the bruise.
Their lips connected again, both fighting for dominance. Addison would tug Amelia's shirt off, tossing it over onto the couch, and Amelia would do the same until they were left nearly bare. She finally tugged off the skirt that hugged Addison's figure, a smirk on her lips. Addison's head was lifted slightly off the ground to watch her movements.
Her pale hand cupped a firm breast as she placed kisses down the valley of her chest, down her toned abdomen, and across her hipbones. The sensation earned her arched hips and a hardly audible gasp.
Addison's head was still angled up, her eyes staring hungrily. Amelia shoved her hand into the thin fabric of her underwear and pushed two fingers into her. Due to hormone treatments the couple hadn't done more than cuddle in the past two weeks. Every sensation felt new again, and as her fingers curled, Addison's head slammed back against the carpet, and a loud moan escaped her lips.
Amelia's hand needily pulled the underwear down Addison's long, slender legs. The feeling of her fingertips gently gliding along her skin rose goosebumps on her skin. Her hands moved back up, wrapping around and gripping at Addison's waist, causing a small giggle.
"God I missed this." Addison said before she was cut of by her own moans as Amelia's tongue circled her clit and she slid her two fingers back inside. She latched onto the nub, letting her teeth graze it gently, then pulling it back in as she sucked.
Addison's hand couldn't grip at the short carpet, so her hand reached down and tangled into the mess of brunette hair, her legs shaking against Amy's head, a loud moan telling her that she was enjoying herself.
Her fingers were jerking in and out of her, tongue running hard and direct over her clit. She couldn't control herself as her hips rolled against Amelia's mouth, begging for more.
She inhaled sharply, making a hissing sound before her jaw fell slack with another moan as shockwaves of pleasure tingled in every part of her, causing her back to arch off the carpet, and her fingers to grip brunette locks tighter.
"Happy birthday..." Amelia mumbled into hot sex, hardly interrupting as her hand continued to push in, curl, and pull out at such a fast speed.
"Happy birt-oh- birthday indeed," Addison rasped, her chest rising and falling faster. Amy's lips wrapped around her clit again, her tongue darting out to flick over the tip, pushing Addison to the edge. Her face was flushed, and her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as her eyes shut tightly, her body shook and she fell apart.
It was as if time had stopped, and when it had been put into play again, her hand released the grip it held on her love's hair, ushering her up so she could lock their lips, groaning into Amy's mouth at the taste while she tried to gain steadiness in her wobbly legs.
Their lips separated, and Addie pushed their foreheads together, a laugh leaving the brunette's lips before she rolled onto her side, pulling the taller woman flush against her skin. "We're going to have to have round two - because Jesus Herold Christ, the noises you made, pussycat."