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Kate's body still burned with frustration and desire, the remnants of her anger fuelling her passion as she tore at Jane's shirt. Jane's hands raked through her hair, pulling her head back, changing the pace of the kiss then whipping them around; it was Kate's turn to be pinned against the wall. Kate felt her knees go weak as her shirt fell to the floor. Jane's nimble fingers had her pants undone in seconds. She felt Kate sway a little and held her firmly, holding her up. Kate focused, saying everything she needed to over and over again with her lips and tongue, her mouth pressing into Jane's, simultaneously taking and giving everything.
Jane kicked off her shoes and her pants followed soon after, then they were back against the wall, their hips slamming together. Kate hooked her leg around behind Jane's ass creating a wonderful friction between them, then gasped as for a moment she felt Jane's teeth on her neck. She opened her eyes and caught sight of their reflection in the one way mirror on the other side of the room. Wow. Then she undid Jane's bra; Jane moved her arms to let her take it off and Kate found the strength in her legs again, taking Jane's wrists, then tracing her hands up Jane's arms, across her collarbone, then down, under her arms, to her waist, pressing her fingers into her back. She turned Jane around, pulling her close, kissing the back of her neck and then trailing kisses down her spine. She cupped Jane's breasts, moving her fingers to caress the nipples until a little moan escaped Jane's mouth.
Kate pulled her up again, parting her legs and leaning against the wall, locking herself into place as Jane reached behind her to grip Kate's thigh. Jane raised her other hand and twisted it into Kate's hair; Kate kissed her neck again and slid a hand down to Jane's abdomen, then below it, breathing in sharply as Jane flexed her hips at the contact. Kate brushed her fingers across Jane's centre then gasped again as Jane's grip tightened on her thigh. She continued to move her hand, echoing the movements of her mouth. Jane twisted her head around to kiss Kate, leaning on her shoulder as she touched whatever part of her she could reach.
Jane could feel herself coiling tighter and tighter. The storm still raged outside; there was a clap of thunder. They rocked together, hot and sweaty. Jane moaned loudly as Kate increased the pressure of her fingers; Kate's other hand was on Jane's chest, palming her breasts and keeping her close, their bodies pressing together ever more tightly.
Jane screamed as she came, a stream of expletives that were clearly audible in most of the nearby rooms. Then, her body still shuddering exquisitely with aftershocks, she turned around and pushed her hand between Kate's legs. Kate licked her fingers; Jane shoved her hand out of the way and kissed her, tasting herself, tasting them, feeling Kate slick, so close already, in her hands. Jane pushed with her whole body, slamming Kate against the wall again; Kate thought her feet might actually have left the ground. She wrapped a leg around Jane again and cursed as Jane pushed several fingers inside her, catching her clit with every movement of her wrist. Kate dug her fingernails into Jane's back, pulling her closer, further in, wanting infinitely more connection between them.
She shattered in Jane's hands, bright white fireworks going off as rain continued to beat against the walls of the building. Then, lamenting the loss of Jane's fingers, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She could tell she wasn't the only one ready for more. She wasn't sure ready was a necessary word. She was always ready. She looked around at their clothes strewn all over the floor, at the overturned table and chair. Then she looked in the mirror and blushed, which made Jane smile.
"Watching us?" she asked. Kate smiled back, she couldn't help it. Something in Jane's eyes always made her want to smile.
"I love you too," Jane said softly. Kate looked at her, not wanting to say anything. She let the words rest in the room, sitting there, uninterrupted and unending. They became vaguely aware of movement out in the corridor and Kate started to get dressed. Then she went and picked up the table, setting it back in the middle of the room. Jane helped her, putting the chair back where it was supposed to be as well. She wiped her hands on the back of her pants; Kate giggled and stepped in to kiss her, a teenage kiss, a college girl kiss - a kiss free of worries, a kiss determined to fall absolutely in love without any other care in the world, and a kiss that was still learning what love was.
"Want to come back to my place?" Kate asked.
"Yes, please," Jane said.
Later, curled up on Kate's big, soft mattress together, Kate looked up at the ceiling, playing with Jane's hand.
"Do you think I love you's the end of the story? You know, like after that they live happily ever after?"
Jane rolled over and supported herself on her forearms so she was leaning over Kate.
"No," she said, kissing her. "I think it's the beginning."
Kate made a face. "But if it's the beginning, what was everything before it?"
Jane winked. "You want my honest answer?"
Kate bit her lip seductively. "I think I can take it."
"Alright. Before the beginning was you fucking around like an idiot because you wouldn't admit to yourself that you wanted to be in the story at all."
Kate laughed. "I was a bit stupid…"
Jane kissed her again. "Nah. Not really. I think… I think you were scared."
"Want to know a secret?"
"What?"
"I still am."
There was a pause.
"Want to know a secret?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Maybe that's why it's fun."