Penelope flopped back on the bed, a bright smile on her face. Erin had made her a wonderful meal and then they had relaxed on the couch. At some point, her son had called and she had shooed Penelope upstairs while she talked to him. And now she was waiting for the woman, wondering when they would end up sleeping together.
"Thanks for giving me some privacy while I talked with him. Brucie has the tendency to want to ramble on and on about his day, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I told him I was dating a woman. He took it in stride."
The smile on Penelope's lips grew at the declaration of dating status. "Oh, so we're a couple now?" she teased, enjoying Erin's blush.
"I sort of have started thinking of us as a couple, yes. Didn't I make myself clear in the parking garage earlier?"
"Yeah, I just like teasing you. That light blush that stains your cheeks when I do is absolutely adorable." Erin shook her head and joined her on the bed, laying on her side and resting her hand on Penelope's stomach. She shivered lightly as Erin began to draw patterns with her fingers. "And you are a tease as well, aren't you?"
"Perhaps." She skated her fingers under her blouse and began to draw on her stomach, a sultry look on her face. Penelope couldn't resist leaning over for a kiss and she moaned a little as Erin slid her hand up to cup her breast. "Does that feel nice?" she asked, pulling back to look at Penelope as she ran her thumb lazily over her nipple.
"You know it does, Erin."
"Good." Penelope giggled a little before kissing Erin once more, letting her fingers make quick work of the buttons on her blouse. One stubborn one refused to budge, and she tore it off in her haste to take the garment off. "That was my favorite blouse," Erin said a bit peevishly as she pulled away to look down at the tear in the silk.
"Sorry?" she said as she drew her shoulders up around her ears. "I'll get you a replacement."
"Not of this, you can't. It was a vintage piece. My grandmother wore it before me." Penelope felt her cheeks redden in shame as she realized what her haste had done, and quick tears filled her eyes. "Oh, please, don't cry. You'll set me off, too. It's just, this was one of the last things I have of hers. The fire destroyed most of them years ago…"
True to her word, Erin started crying, and Penelope pulled her close, softly rubbing her back as they cried together. The earlier passion cooled rapidly as she slipped the blouse from Erin's shoulders, carefully setting it on the floor. Somehow, she would find a seamstress who could fix what she had done, and make it good as new.
Pulling back a little from Erin, she let the woman tug off her sweater. And then, Erin scooted forward and rested her head on her breasts, breathing in and out lightly as she continued to cry. "I'm sorry, Penelope. I just seem unable to keep a tight rein on my emotions right now." She nodded and gently rubbed her back, unhooking her bra. Erin followed suit on her bra, and she tugged both garments off, letting them join their tops on the floor.
"And I don't mind being cried on. I'd rather you let it out than bottle it up and hurt in silence." Bending her head slightly, she kissed Erin's head before running her hands down to rest on her ass. "I think I know something that will make you smile at least."
"What?" she asked.
"You have one of the nicest asses I've ever had the pleasure of touching. I think I would describe it as practically perfect. And it fits in my hands, kind of like we were meant to be." Against the skin of her chest she felt Erin's lips curve into a smile before pressing against the soft flesh.
"And you have the nicest chest I've ever had the pleasure of touching. That was one of the parts of your body I really explored. Yours are so much larger than mine are, and I couldn't get used to them. I, I…" Erin's voice trailed off before she buried her face in the very chest she had just been complimenting.
"They're sensitive, as you must have discovered. Just like yours are." She felt Erin's giggle against her breasts and she was glad that she had been able to take the woman's focus off what had happened earlier.
"Maybe just a little," came the squeaky reply moments later. "I really want to cuddle tonight, if you don't mind, Penelope. I'm sort of not in the mood now to be playing around."
"Whatever you'd like, Erin. I just want you to be comfortable with me, with us," she answered, rubbing her hand in small circles on her lower back. "And I really am sorry."
"I know you are, honey." Erin leaned in and kissed her softly, letting her lips linger on Penelope's. "Now, I hate to move, but I don't want to sleep in my skirt."
Penelope nodded and scooted off the bed, holding her hand out to Erin. The woman clasped it without hesitation and climbed off the bed, standing in front of her with a smile on her face. Reaching out, she undid the zipper on her skirt, and Penelope stepped out of it before reciprocating. "Are you going to wear a nightgown tonight?"
"Do you want me to?"
There was something sweet about the way Erin asked that question, placing her trust in Penelope without saying as much. "I'd like it if I could feel your skin against mine tonight while we cuddle."
A shy look passed over Erin's face as she nodded. "I think I'd like that, too." Together, they walked back to the bed. Getting in, she scooted over to the far side and let Erin get in next to her. "Face me, please?"
"Sure." Penelope turned and rested her arm around Erin's waist, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her. "So, your son is named Brue. And you have two daughters…"
"Karen and Tabitha. I, I'll want to have them over for supper soon, so that they can meet you. I hope that you won't feel like you're under the microscope."
She shook her head. "No, that will be fine. It will just be odd getting to know a lover's kids. I mean, if we stay together, and I hope that we do for a long time, I'm going to be part of a family." She reached up and rested her hand against Erin's breast. "I just wish I could introduce you to my family."
"I think I've met most of them already, haven't I? The older protective brother named Derek. The stern, but loving, father named Aaron. The lothario uncle named Dave." Erin winked at her and she grinned, nodding.
"What about Jayje and Emily and Reid? Where do they fit in?"
"Well, Jennifer would be your twin sister, the more rational, less emotional one, who always kicked the ass of boys who made you cry."
"Like Battle."
"Exactly. Emily would be the older, mysterious, sister who had a tragedy occur that made it so she just couldn't stay at home any longer. And Spencer would be the adorable little brother who always annoyed you as a kid because he knew everything." She shrugged a little. "Am I very far off?"
"Not really, no." Penelope kissed her gently. "And I love your assessment of us." She snuggled in close to Erin, letting her hands run over the scars on Erin's back as she let herself fall asleep.
