You can take a piece of me baby
Wrap those hands around my body
I'll be your home and you be my party
Loving all night until the fire burns out
We'll start another with the ruins around
Can't stop a lover with the love that we found
Kitchen light - Xana
The rain falls heavy and hard against the windows, weaving tear stained patterns down the glass. Almost poetic, the city grieves with her.
It's easier now, at home, with no expectations or sympathetic eye's on her. Maya watches the patterns in the glass, listens for the footsteps, the change in sound as Carina kicks off her shoes and pads around the room, lighting candles before coming to stand with her.
Fingers ghost her arms, spread warmth and she sighs when Carina increases the pressure, her thumbs digging into the tense muscle of her shoulders. Nails trail her scalp until her eyes close.
Maya finds herself guided away from the window, slowly touched in ways that set light to her skin. She shivers with it, how her body comes to life so easily with Carina.
Numb to the news now, but not to this. Never this.
Hands wrap around her shoulders and she sinks back immediately. Catching their reflection in the mirror, Maya smiles properly for the first time in hours. The concern still lingers in Carina's eyes but something else holds there as well now.
Something warm and tender.
Something that eases the tense band around her chest, pulls a soft murmur from deep inside.
Maya watches the eyes in the mirror darken, lift to find her own, instant electric heat igniting where Carina's fingers sweep the curve of her jaw, casting her hair aside. She watches Carina's eyes close, her lips glistening with the swipe of her tongue. Kisses land on her cheek, a salve where her skin stings from earlier shed tears, making her moan.
She turns in Carina's arms, loops her arms around her neck, and soft lips drop lower, pressing to her own. It's gentle and soothing at first, just a faint touch of love that bleeds into heated desire.
"Thank you for this." Carina whispers, pulling back slowly, brushing her knuckles over Maya's face, genuinely touched by the simple gesture.
Her eyes flit behind them. To the petals sprinkled over the bed, the heart Maya had giddily created before being dragged away by Andy. In truth she'd forgotten. But now, with the soft look in Carina's eyes, how sweetly surprised she was, Maya's so glad she did it.
Maya steps in, wrapped in each other's arms still feeling too far apart, she captures Carina's face in her hands and pulls her closer.
"But, Maya we don't have to- "
Her chin tips, defiant, blue eyes bright and fierce with it, the burn of want through her stomach dropping low and deep, pushing her up onto her toes.
Enough moments have been stolen from them. This, this they get to keep.
Her kiss devours, stark and brilliant with intent. A flare of heat that sparks a raging fire. It laps at her from head to toe. A fever that threatens to burn away everything else. Everything but them.
They kiss each other breathless. Craving connection. Desperate for it. Drugged by it.
"Ah - are - you sure?" It's a broken rush of words between kisses.
Maya doesn't answer, instead pushes her wife back enough to tug down her zip, pulling at the wedding outfit that had left her breathless hours before. She steps over the fall of material that rushes to the floor, pushes again until Carina's knees collide with the bed and she lands softly. The blush in her cheeks drawing Maya's hands, thumbs sweeping to tip Carina's face so she can kiss her again.
When her lungs burn, when her skin flames red and her body feels like liquid metal, hot and fluid, she breaks, unzips her own dress and let's it fall to the floor.
The light from the candles flicker shadows over their bodies, a naked alchemy, weaving spells around them in the semi darkness. Maya climbs into her wife's lap, pushing her back onto the bed in one swift and fluid movement that leaves Carina's breath stuttering against her lips.
She stares up, adoration in her eyes as her mouth opens intent on kissing a path down the silken bare skin of Maya's chest. Her lips close over her nipple, the dark sensual flare of Maya's hips startling a jolt of pleasure through her.
Rising up, Carina captures Maya's hair in both hands, pulls her face low, kisses her hard and thorough until her body rocks, hips wide and open, an invitation waiting between them.
She hums around her name, "Maya." Wrapping her hands around her wife she falls back, bringing Maya's cradled body with her, pressed tight, chest to chest, Maya's knees resting on the mattress at her hips now, a soft gyration rippling between them.
Maya finds Carina's eyes in the dark, her short hair falling around their faces. Long fingers ghost her naked spine, trip the vertebrae like piano keys, skate down to cradle the thick muscle of her thighs. She squeezes, thumbs dancing at her pelvis, fingers flirting dangerously.
Listing forward Maya slips her hand between them, strokes over Carina's bare skin, soft hips, relishing the glow of flushed flesh, the goosebumps that erupt at her steady glide lower. She watches Carina inhale sharply and hold the breath in anticipation of Maya's sliding touch.
Her fingers meet warm, wet heat and she sighs, groans, and presses her lips to Carina's chasing her tongue. She pushes deep, leaning into the thrust of her fingers, rocking with the movement. Conjuring magic with the angle of her wrist, the twist of her digits that stroke and glide and circle.
Nails dig into her thighs, Carina's hands gripping tight where she ripples above her, riding her slowly.
She watches Carina's eyes flutter, drops low, hips dancing. Sudden connection hitting them hard when their gaze fuses, breath coating each other's lips.
Shock ripples through her. Pleasure intense, the push of Carina's fingers between her legs, so sudden, so deep, bringing a long drawn out moan, "Ahhhh." Yet it barely falters her rhythm. She slows, cants her hips, flares over the hand slipping inside her, reaching for the other where it sits at her hip.
Their fingers slide together, hot with perspiration, digits push between each other until they hold tight, knot and fall beside Carina's head.
The strange press of their rings drawing both their eyes.
Carina smiles, arches into it, this new position bringing their bodies crushing together. Tight hunger builds between them, sweat glistens on her skin, runs in lines down her breasts, chased away again by the swipe of Maya's tongue.
Carina gasps at the scrape of teeth, hears the slick evidence of pleasure between them become their background music. They dance together, rock into it.
Their rhythm never falters, synchronization singing in every movement.
Their eyes connect again, "I love you," shared back and forth between kisses and hot sighs, dark groans as they edge closer.
Watching her beautiful, strong wife ride her brings a stark jolt through Carina's chest. Something beyond everything else, she can't tear her eyes away, strokes her thumb desperate to watch her fall apart. She curls her fingers, pushes deeper, fights the orgasmic rush welling up between her thighs.
Maya first.
Blue eyes bright, lashes wet, vocal when she breaks, her wife frantically falling over the edge with her seconds later, Maya cries out and collapses forward. Her body jerks against the continued invasion of Carina's fingers as the waves wash over her, bathe her with light liquid release.
Her fingers never still, her body twitching through lightning shivers of pulsation they drag each other further until the cries between them fall to silence.
They slip apart, curl into each other.
Dawn rises slowly, throws warm light onto the bed where they lay, watching each other. Panted breath the only sound remaining.