Note: Just a quick smutty chapter before the 'grand' finale. Thanks to everyone who has been reading.
Third Person POV.
It had been difficult trying to escape the polite small talk Paige's parents attempted to wrap the girls up in. They also expressed concern about the thunderstorm that had started up, but Spencer assured them it was such a short drive and Paige could just spend the night in the guest room. They seemed to respect Spencer's concern for their daughter's wellbeing.
By the time they pulled up to Spencer's house, the rain was coming down in sheets interspersed with the boom and cackle of the thunder and lightning.
"We can go into the house. My parents and Melissa are out of town for some conference." They got out and jogged to the house but were still drenched in rain by the time they got to the door. Before Spencer could turn her key into the lock, Paige pushed her up against the door to kiss her as the rain fell heavy against the porch roof. It wasn't a long kiss but it was passionate, all teeth and tongue.
When Spencer got the door open and slammed it behind them, Paige grabbed her again.
"Come here." Paige growled, kissing and licking rain water off Spencer's neck.
"God Paige upstairs. My bedroom." Paige responded by taking Spencer's hands and pressing them up above Spencer's head and against the front door, continuing to lick and kiss the sensitive skin her mouth could find. Spencer bucked her hips against Paige's, searching for some relief to the ache building there. Seeing Paige wet with rain water reminded Spencer of seeing her this morning after her run.
"I was so turned on when I saw you covered in sweat this morning." She whispered. Paige paused what she was doing, rubbing her head against Spencer's shoulder.
"What? I was so embarrassed for you to see me covered in sweat like that. Especially when you still look stunning even when you are hungover." Now Spencer scoffed in surprise, squeezing Paige's hands which still held hers even as she lowered their arms from above Spencer's head.
"Is that why you wouldn't come near me or talk to me this morning?"
"Yes. I felt like an ass but that wasn't where or how I wanted to tell you that I wasn't ready to give up on us." Spencer shook her in response at the misunderstanding, before freeing her hands to rip Paige's tank top and bra off. Paige went to work on Spencer's dress, creating a pile next to the door before they walked back together, not breaking their kissing and groping. Paige jumped as her back hit something hard, unforgiving. She opened her eyes and realized she was pressed up against the kitchen island. She grinned and pressed Spencer against it.
"I could take you right here in the kitchen." Paige murmured, lifting Spencer up so she was sitting on a high stool. By now all Spencer had on was a pair of lacy panties. Just the kind Paige liked on her. Paige teased her by licking the outside of her panties, before pulling them off and giving Spencer what she really needed, kneeling on the cold tile floor as she went down on her girlfriend.
Spencer ground herself against Paige's mouth, grabbing her hair and using her other hand to brace herself against the kitchen island. She started to shake as Paige's hand slowly made its way up the inside of her thigh before she slipped a few fingers in Spencer's tight opening.
"Fuck!" Spencer yelled, her voice raspy from rapidly breathing in and out. Paige's other hand wrapped around Spencer's hips, cupping her ass to keep her from gyrating too far away. Spencer came hard, and Paige quickly lifted herself up, then lifted Spencer up into her arms. She carried her to the front room couch so Spencer could rest a few moments.
"Paige?"
"Yeah?"
"That remote on the table…turns on the fireplace." Paige looked confused. It was definitely cool outside for the summer because of the storm but a fire didn't seem necessary.
"But why would we want a fire?" Spencer smiled and rolled off the couch to sort of tackle Paige to the carpet, pinning her down before peppering her with kisses that started to trail downwards on Paige's naked torso. By now Paige was down to her jeans and underwear which Spencer was now working on getting off.
"Because it's romantic." Spencer said, pulling Paige's pants off and licking up her legs.
"Ah." Paige said, hitting the button on the controller. The flames sprouted up in the fireplace, casting a soft, flickering glow on their skin as they moved together, finally feeling hot and dry between their lovemaking and the fire, despite the rainstorm that had drenched them on the way in.
It wasn't long before Paige bucked against Spencer's mouth one last time, before she came on Spencer's skilled fingers. Spencer pulled out and sucked on her fingers before pulling her body flush against Paige's. She looked in Paige's content, brown eyes, wrapping one hand around Paige's long hair.
"I'm yours. I love you McCullers." As her breathing returned to normal, she rolled so she was on top of Spencer.
"You are mine. And I'm not done claiming you Hastings. Where's the strap-on?" Paige pressed one of her thighs in between Spencer's legs, moving against her center to reinforce her idea. Spencer told her where to find it up in her bedroom. When Paige returned, just the sight of her wearing it made Spencer realize how badly she was still craving Paige inside her.
"I need you to go easy at first." Spencer groaned, feeling Paige start to first press and finally push inside her.
"We can start as slow as you need…but once you've warmed up, I want to bend you over the coffee table." Paige said against Spencer's neck, biting down as she slid further inside. It hurt for the first few seconds, but Spencer could already feel her body start to relax and respond, the pain turning to unbelievable pressure. This wasn't making love and it wasn't just sex. It was some delightful mixture of the two Spencer only found in Paige's arms. She opened herself up, wrapping her legs around Paige to urge her on, practically clawing at Paige's breast as she started to writhe in pleasure under her girlfriend. After a while, Paige pulled out and Spencer nearly let out a sob of frustration, having almost gotten off from the way Paige pumped in and out of her.
"Get on your hands and knees." Paige said, somewhat between being commanding and pleading.
She entered Spencer again, and Spencer nearly purred from satisfaction. Paige held Spencer's hips, pumping slowly at first till Spencer reached behind and grabbed Paige's leg, trying to silently give her permission to go harder. They took their time, moving closer and closer to Spencer's inevitable release. When it happened, Paige pulled the toy out gently before taking it off and setting it aside, pulling a throw blanket and pillows off the couch so they could cuddle against each other on the carpet in front of the fire.
They silently regarded one another for a while, taking in the continued pleasure of what they just shared as lovers. Finally Paige spoke, breaking the silence.
"If that is what makeup sex is like after a day, we really got to fight more often. And harder." She said, smiling at her girlfriend.
"I neither confirm or deny support of that statement." Spencer mumbled, resting her head in the crook of Paige's neck. Paige kissed the top of Spencer's forehead, and they slept a deep, peaceful sleep without nightmares.