Chapter 3

For the rest of the afternoon, it was spent playing board games and solving puzzles.

"Come on, Soph, homework time." Donna said, glancing across at her daughter.

"Homework?!" Alana cried. "She's only six!" she added.

"Well, it's not really homework. Sophie just has to draw a picture of her family," Donna explained as she set up crayons and paper on the table. "Here you go, sweetheart." Donna said, tapping Sophie on the shoulder over the couch.

"Ok." She sighed and got up from the couch.

"So…" Donna said, moving back to sit beside Alana. "What was your dream about?" Donna questioned.

Alana looked over her shoulder at Sophie happily drawing. Alana inched closer to Donna and leaned in close.

"Well," she began, whispering into her ear. "It was sunset and we were down on the beach. Sophie was back at the villa. So it was just us, alone together. You were lying on the towel, face down, with your bikini top off. I was sitting over your lower back, giving you a massage with the occasional kiss. I stopped the massage and kissed your back more. You wriggled underneath me and rolled over. You reached up and kissed me on the lips, soft and sweet. As you kissed me deeper, you reached around and untied my top. You let it fall down to the sand then invited me back to your room." Alana moved her head back to look over at Donna. The older woman let a quiet groan escape her lips as she stared down at Alana's lip.

"I want that to happen," Donna mumbled close to Alana's ear. The red head shivered, feeling the warm breath on her skin.

"Me too," Alana whispered back with a smile.

"How about some dinner. Who is hungry?" Donna asked, glancing over at the clock.

"Me!" Sophie cried from the table.

"Are you nearly finished?" Donna asked, rising to her feet and moving over to the kitchen. Alana watched Donna move away then went over to have a look at Sophie's drawing.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"That's me," Sophie replied, pointing to the drawing of herself in the middle. "This is mum," she paused, tapping the drawing of the blonde grown-up holding her hand to her right. "And this is you," she added. Alana stared down at the drawing. The title at the top of the page, threw her the most. It read My Family. Alana studied the rest of the drawing, the three of them all holding hands with big smiles on their faces.

"Sophie, clear the table, dinner is nearly ready," Donna called from the kitchen. Alana walked over to Donna and grabbed cutlery out from the draw. After putting everything onto the coffee table, Sophie raced back to her chair and waited for her mother to bring across the bowl of soup. During dinner, it was rather quiet. Alana and Donna would risk a look at each other than smiled away nervously. Once everyone had finished dinner, Sophie couldn't but help but yawn.

"I will help you get ready for bed after I clean up the dishes," Donna said, looking over at her daughter.

"I can do it," Alana offered.

"Really? That would be great," Donna replied with a smile. Sophie led Alana upstairs and to her room down the hall to the left. Alana stood at the door as she let Sophie change into her pyjamas. Alana pulled back the covers and watched as Sophie climbed onto her bed. The six year old grabbed her stuffed teddy bear as she snuggled under the sheets.

"Well, have a good night sleep." Alana whispered, pushing the fringe from Sophie's face.

"Alana," Sophie mumbled, opening one eye to look up at Alana.

"Yes?"

"Can you stay with me a while?" she asked.

"Of course, honey." Alana muttered with a smile. She dragged a chair from the corner of the room closer to the bed. Alana started to hum the lullaby which her mother used to sing to her when she was little and couldn't sleep. A few minutes later Alana looked at Sophie who was sound asleep. She crept downstairs and saw Donna finishing the dishes.

"Would you like a drink?" Donna asked as she hung up the tea-towel.

"No, I think you know what I want." Alana muttered, stroking Donna's cheek. Alana dragged Donna over to the couch. She sat down on the edge seat and Donna beside her. Donna tucked her legs underneath her and put her arm around Alana's shoulders. Alana nervously pushed her fringe behind her ear.

"I love it when you do that," Donna muttered with a smile.

"Really?" she queried, looking up.

"Mhmm," Donna replied with a quick peck on her lips.

"Oi!" Alana cried, pulling her face back towards her own. Alana pushed Donna down against the couch and towered over her. She continued to kiss Donna, soft and sweet. Donna groaned as their kiss deepened, and Alana was practically lying on her. As they continued to kiss, it became more intense and passionate. Alana slide her hand under Donna's top, her fingers softly traced the bottom of her breast. Moving further under Donna's bra, she rolled the already hard nipple in her fingers. Donna sat up and pulled her top over her head. Alana kissed every inch of the tanned skin, all the way from Donna's ear down to her belly button.

"Flesh… I want more flesh," Donna groaned, tugging at the bottom of the t-shirt. Alana smiled as she let Donna pull off her top and toss it to the floor. "What are you looking at?" Donna asked, staring up at the hazel lust-filled eyes.

"You," she replied and bent down to lick her neck. "You are so beautiful!" Alana murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. Alana planted delicate kissed along Donna's jawline. As she did her hands moved to undo the jeans, allowing access to the black underpants. Alana wriggled her fingers around until they reached Donna's opening. "Mmm, you feel good," Alana whispered close to Donna's ear. Donna began to groan; the red head knew just how much pressure and speed to make Donna close. Suddenly, she bucked her hips and pushed Alana off.

"What's wrong?" Alana asked, licking her fingers. "Don't you like it?" she muttered.

"I liked it just fine," Donna replied with a smile. Seeing Alana's confused face, she added. "I want a different part of you." Standing up, Donna kicked off her jeans and underwear. She settled back down on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide. She smiled nervously at Alana whose face lit up with joy. She seemed to understand Donna's thought because she was on her knees quicker than you could say Bob's your uncle.

"Mmmm," Alana moaned, licking from her opening up to her pleasure spot.

"That feels…" Donna muttered, digging her fingers into Alana's hair, pushing her lover closer. "Good," she groaned. Alana gripped at Donna's thighs, letting her know she too was also enjoying eating her out. Alana focused on sucking and flicking the swollen clit, knowing that Donna would be close to orgasm. Donna fell back on the couch, spent. "That, was…" she gasped for air. "Amazing!" Alana kissed her throbbing core then crawled up to sit beside her. Donna pulled Alana onto her lap and softly kissed her lips.

"Fuck me, now," she pleaded, pulling away. "Fuck me hard and fast. Let my juices spill over your hand." She whispered into Donna's ear.

"Horny, are we?!" Donna teased.

"Incredibly!" Alana moaned a response.

A smile appeared on Donna's face as her hand disappeared into Alana's jeans. She was warm and wet, and Donna liked it. She explored every feeling before slipping her finger inside. Reaching Alana's g-spot, Donna rubbed it slowly then faster and faster, making Alana grip tighter onto the couch. Donna knew from pleasuring herself, that her right hand was much faster than her left. She switched her hands around; her left was now inside Alana, moving slowly, and her other hand made its way up to Alana's sex. Donna tried to match the pace of her fingers on each hand. Alana's breathing became heavier and more frequent. Donna could fell Alana's wall tighten around her finger. It wasn't long before Alana was tipped over the edge into orgasm oblivion. Donna looked out into the blackness of the night sky.

"It's getting late," Donna muttered, wrapping her arms around Alana, pulling her close.

"My room is…" she paused, tracing small circles on the bare skin. "Far away." She winked.

"Come on," Donna laughed, getting to her feet. She held out her hand and Alana entwined her fingers with Donna's. Alana pulled Donna back before they reached the stairs. "What?" she asked, throwing a confused glance back at Alana.

"Um…." She cleared her throat, pointing at Donna's lack of clothes.

"Right," she muttered and hurried back. She playfully chucked Alana's top at her then quickly got dressed herself. Donna took Alana's hand in her own once again and led them upstairs to her room.