Bernie adjusted her weight so that she was leaning on one arm, keeping herself poised above the brunette, letting her fingers stroke across a prominent cheekbone before tracing the lips she had just kissed. Her eyes tracked the progress of her fingers, only rising to meet Serena's once more as her finger dipped lower, toying with the neck of her stolen t-shirt.
The brunette's breath hitched at the touch. She could feel the heat radiating from the woman hovering above her, even through the blankets. But it wasn't enough. Reaching up, she let her hands smooth over Bernie's strong shoulders, her hands surer than she felt. "Are you ever going to get into bed?"
She watched as Bernie bit her lower lip, that familiar glimmer returning to her eye as that grin remained firmly in place.
"Patience, Miss Campbell." She didn't keep Serena waiting long, however, dipping to press a quick kiss to the brunette's lips before scrambling her way under the covers to join her.
A gasp escaped Serena's lips as the blonde moved to reclaim her position above her, only this time, she moved to straddle her hips. And she certainly didn't make the effort to hover above her. The feeling of Bernie's subtle curves pressed against her own was new and exhilarating all at once.
"Better?" asked Bernie, eyebrow arched in question.
Serena couldn't have stopped the grin that crept onto her face if she tried. "Getting there." Feeling bold, she let her hands skim over the blonde's shoulders, down her sides to settle on the flare of her hips. She wasn't quite bold enough to let her hands slide lower...just yet.
"Anything I can do to assist?" asked Bernie, unable to resist the urge to roll her hips and enjoying the resulting gasp from the woman beneath her.
With a growl, Serena grabbed the blonde by the back of the neck and pulled her down to crush their lips together, letting her tongue trace along the other woman's lower lips. She smiled into the kiss as Bernie willingly opened her mouth, letting their tongues meet for the first time which lit the touch paper between them.
The brunette was glad she was already lying down, knowing that if she had been standing, her knees would likely have given out. She was also immensely glad of Bernie's weight pressed against her, a reminder that yes, this was real. This was happening. And it was glorious.
As a strangled moan made its way from the blonde's throat, Serena's senses suddenly opened up to whole new dimension of her lust for the woman. Bernie's voice had always had an effect on her, but the wordless sound of pleasure was something altogether new. Immediately, the brunette knew she was going to spend a great many hours of her life trying to coax that noise from her again and again.
She tilted her head, her hands threading through blonde curls, deepening their kiss further. She felt the other woman roll her hips once more and found a moan erupting from her own throat at the sensation. Suddenly any doubts she had about reaching this point with Bernie fell away. There was not a single part of her that didn't want this. Didn't want to know her friend in the most intimate sense. And she wanted, no, needed it now.
Bernie let out a squeak of surprise as she was promptly flipped and rolled onto her back. She lay, panting, looking up at the woman who now towered above her, eyebrow raised in question.
"What?" breathed the brunette, her hands absentmindedly trailed over the soft cotton of the blonde's tank top.
Chuckling, Bernie shook her head, her curls spilling out over the pillow. "You are just full of surprises, Ms Campbell." Her hands smoothed up the soft skin of the thighs of the woman above her, her fingers coming to toy with the hem of her now favourite t-shirt. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she met Serena's gaze, asking the silent question. She waited, barely daring to breathe, until the brunette nodded. Pushing herself up until she was sitting with Serena in her lap, she gently nudged her nose with her own, the lips barely grazing. "You're sure?"
The brunette smiled as she nodded, raising her arms in silent permission. She closed her eyes as she felt Bernie's trembling hands slowly lift worn fabric, exposing her skin to the cool air.
"You're stunning."
She opened her eyes to find the blonde gazing at her as though she were a thing of wonder. She watched, transfixed as the blonde reached for her with shaking fingers, gently tracing the lines on her shoulders where her bra straps had been, a gentle smile spreading onto her features. "What?"
Bernie raised her eyes to meet Serena's questioning gaze. "You're really here. This is really happening."
The brunette smiled, reaching to cup the blonde's cheeks, bringing her back to the moment. "Yes, it is. Although, I must say you are rather overdressed."
Without hesitation, Bernie reached for the hem of her own tank top, pulling it over head and smirking at the hitch of the other woman's breath as she took in her nearly naked form for the first time. She pressed forward, cradling the woman in her lap as she manoeuvred them until she way lying over her once more, the brunette's legs around her waist. As thrilling as it was to have Serena take control, and as willing as she was to explore that dynamic many, many times over in the future, tonight nothing was going to stop her worshipping the woman in her bed.
She took her time, sharing languid, deep kisses, as they slowly became acquainted with the feeling of skin on skin. As they became more confident, hands roamed, mapping dips and curves. She relished the way Serena gripped at her as she let her lips move lower, to the sensitive skin of the brunette's neck, and practically whimpered in response to the soft mewling noises that made her way past her soon to be lover's lips.
Finally giving in to her own temptation, she let her lips quick to descend to the brunette's breasts, her tongue sneaking out to tease a nipple as her fingers reached to gently roll the other between her thumb and fore fingers, causing Serena to arch sharply beneath her.
"Bernie..." gasped the brunette. Her hands blindly reached for her. "I need you."
Raising her head, Bernie looked up at her friend, taking in the want written all over her face. She licked her lips at the thought of what she was about to do next. She held the brunette's gaze as one hand slowly travelled lower, fingers teasing beneath the elastic of her pants, easily accommodating the jerking of Serena's hips. As her fingers met the other woman's wet heat for the first time, she couldn't stop the gasp that left her lips.
"Bernie...please."
The blonde nodded, moving until she was able to drag the brunette's pants down her legs and toss them aside, leaving her open and bare to her for the first time. "You're beautiful." She lowered herself back down, gently settling herself between the soft skin of Serena's thighs, settling her legs over her shoulders as she wrapped an arm around her hips, keeping her in place. With her free hand, she reached up, tangling her fingers with Serena's before lowering her mouth and tasting her for the first time.
At the first swipe of Bernie's tongue, Serena was lost. She let out a moan, her back arching as she threw her head back. The only thing that kept her grounded was the tight grasp of the blonde's hand holding her own. She writhed on the bed as she was pushed towards the brink of ecstasy, the perfect torture of the blonde's mouth on her never relenting, following every rise and fall of her hips
"Bernie," she gasped. "Oh, Bernie..." Her back arched sharply as the other woman let the arm that was wrapped around her waist fall away, only to introduce two fingers to work in tandem with her tongue.
Sensing Serena was close, Bernie redoubled her efforts, not stopping when she finally cried out in pleasure, but merely slowing, dragging out each pleasurable aftershock for as long as she possibly could. She only stopped when the hand holding her own tugged sharply. Raising her head, she took in the sight of Serena, completely spent and undone before her. Forget any of the wonders in the world. Nothing would compare to the sight currently before her.
She gently eased her fingers free, pressing a kiss to the apex of her lover's thighs as she carefully crawled up the bed to take the still trembling brunette in her arms, well aware that in these vulnerable few moments, she would no doubt feel overwhelmed. She lifted her, settling her back under the blankets before crawling in beside her and wrapping her in her strong arms. It was only then that she realised there were tears on Serena's cheeks. She reached across to wipe them away with the pad of her thumb. "What's wrong?" she asked, in a whisper, half terrified of what the answer might be.
"I just...I love you," breathed Serena, curling further into Bernie's embrace. "You really are like no one else I've ever known."
Smiling in the dimly lit room, the blonde leant in to press a kiss to the brunette's temple. "I love you too. And I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take that last part as a compliment."
When Serena's breathing finally returned to normal and her heart no longer felt as though it would jump out of her chest at the slightest movement, she began tracing her fingers over the skin on Bernie's back just above the shorts she still wore. It still amazed her that even just the tiniest touch on her part could elicit a shiver from the blonde, or a hum into her lips as they kissed once more, less desperate this time and more focused on remembering the exact feeling of their lips pressed together, tongues dancing.
"Bernie, I want to." Serena offered the words before she changed her mind, though she was sure she would never again change her mind where Bernie was concerned.
"Want to what?" Bernie drew back onto slightly, brushing their noses together and causing each to smile.
Unable to properly formulate her reply without sounding like some sex crazed 15-year-old, Serena just looked between them, down to Bernie's shorts and then back up to her face.
Bernie's smile widened then and she leant forward to capture Serena's lips in another kiss. "I ah...it turns out I don't actually need to be touched for that to happen when you're involved, and I think any touch at this stage might render me unconscious."
Serena let out a soft laugh, pressing her lips against Bernie's once again, each marvelling at the ease with which they could now kiss, no barriers between them any longer.