They made their way upstairs early, the clock had barely struck ten by the time they were in bed, the light turned off, just the gentle pale silver glow from the moon through the cotton of the curtains allowing them to catch the occasional glimpse of one another in the dark.

Rita blew out a breath from between her lips and rolled over, the sheets were slow to warm up tonight, but both women had opted to sleep unclothed, preferring the chill of the cold and the closeness of one another bodies, the slip of skin on skin and the gentle brush of fingers.

She leant across Connie, moving deliberately slowly, loving how Connie's skin felt against her own, how their breasts pressed against one another, and how the taught skin of her stomach fluttered as it brushed Connie's hip.

She reached for her phone that she had left on the bedside table.

"What're you doing?"

Connie shifted slightly and traced an absent minded pattern across Rita's shoulder as the younger woman's body flexed and strained, her hand fumbling in the dark, eventually making contact with whatever it was she was looking for.

"Setting my alarm. Some of us have to work tomorrow..."

Rita squinted as the screen of her phone clicked on.

"At least the boss is away..."

Connie murmured, allowing the pattern she traced across Rita's flesh to sprawl out further, to her shoulder blade...her neck...

Rita tapped at the screen a couple of times, Connie could see her smile illuminated in the dark, her face a picture of shadows and light, the glint of her teeth and the spark within her eyes - and suddenly she was gone, the room in darkness once more, and she heard the scrape of the phone as she set it back down on the bedside table.

Connie sighed as she drew the other woman into her, she kissed her cheek and Rita hummed against her skin, running her hands across her naked torso up to her chest, just brushing the sides of her breasts, her thumbs grazing each nipple so that they stiffened against her as she lay on top of her, nuzzling against her neck, grinning into the dark.

"You're so sexy..."

She murmured, her voice muffled slightly as she bent to kiss where she guessed Connie's lips to be, instead she kissed her chin, and she felt Connie's body tremble with a silent laugh as she tried again, finding them this time, and capturing them, both women kissing against a smile, struggling not to laugh, though neither were quite sure what was so amusing.

"I still cant believe I get to see you like this."

Rita whispered, pulling away just enough so that she could speak.

"I can't see a thing..."

Connie blinked again, the moon must have slipped behind a cloud whilst they kissed, because the room was now so ink black that she had to strain her eyes just to check whether or not they were open.

She heard Rita smile again and felt the peppering of kisses she placed along the line of her jaw.

"Ok, I can't believe I get to feel you like this, then."

And as she spoke she ran her hands once more down the length of her body, pausing only slightly at her hips to feel the rise of bone that shifted and moved as she eased herself between Connie's legs, the sensation of being the one to part them never failed to make her heart beat just that little bit quicker.

She felt the subtle roll of Connie's hips against her own and she ran her hands back up, higher and higher about the soft curve of her waist, across each ridge of her rib cage, to her breasts, gently cupping them, pressing her palms flat across the sensitive flesh, and as she bent her head to kiss her again she noticed how her lips quivered as she ran her nipples between her fingers.

"Do you know what I'd like to do?

She whispered as Connie arced her back up against her, and she slipped an arm beneath her, holding her, whispering against her throat, their bodies pressed together, her fingers marvelling at how full her breasts were.

"Hmm?"

Connie murmured, forcing herself to pay attention as Rita sucked lightly on the skin just behind her ear.

"I'd like to do it in your office."

She pressed herself against the subconscious rocking of Connie's hips, biting her lip as she felt the wetness there, and without thinking Connie expelled a low moan deep within her throat that sent a shiver straight to where Rita felt her most.

"Would you now?"

Connie asked, lowering herself back down onto the bed as Rita withdrew her arm from about her, and ever so slowly the blonde began to move, slipping one leg back over Connie's so that she could position herself directly against her, coaxing Connie's leg further up, up so that it rested against her hip, up so that when she lowered herself back down neither women could help the guttural groans of mutual pleasure as they found they could grind against one another.

Rita dipped her head once more, burying her face into Connie's neck, her lips against her ear.

"I'd like to have my way with you on that desk of yours..."

Connie shivered and smiled, amused at her choice of words, and she her head roll back further, exposing the rise of her throat to Rita's tongue.

"I'd like to force you up against it...I'd like to push up your skirt and spread your legs... and fuck you..."

"No..."

Connie cut her off, and before she could utter a single word, the older woman placed an arm about her waist and rolled them both, taking Rita by surprise, making her laugh out loud as Connie pushed her onto her back, maintaining their position, hips moving together, pushing and straining, rubbing up against one another whilst Connie held her down, her lips just a whisper from Rita's, their breath just whispered gasps between them.

"You want to fuck Mrs Beauchamp..."

She whispered, just brushing her lips against Rita's, feeling her push up against her, hearing her catch her breath.

"You want to take my power, you want to fuck me in my office because then you'll have me...every bit of me..."

She smiled then, just the hint of a smile as she kissed Rita, cupping her face, shivering as the blonde groaned into her mouth and the bed let out a satisfying creak from beneath them.

Then from the floor below there was the slam of a door and both women stopped their movements, breath held, waiting...listening...

"I can hear you!"

Grace's shout from downstairs made Connie start. She opened her mouth to reply, but immediately thought better of it and remained silent, listening as Grace slammed her bedroom door again, and there was silence once more.

Connie exhaled. She hadn't realised she had been holding her breath.

"Grace..."

Was all she seemed capable of whispering. She could feel her skin beginning to crawl with embarrassment and she cursed herself...of course this would happen...of course it would...

"No! No...don't worry..."

Rita reached out for her clumsily and they slipped from their embrace, collapsing against one another instead, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

"It's ok..."

Rita whispered again, and though she was speaking to Connie, she forced herself to listen, too.

Connie exhaled again and Rita could feel her frown as she sighed.

They held each other like that, breathing in and out, laying in silence, Rita's breathing slowing, in and out, rhythmic and ever more peaceful whilst Connie lay awake, listening for Grace, wishing she could go to her, wishing she would know what to say if she did...wishing she knew what it was that a mother was supposed to do...

She screwed her eyes shut so tightly that she began to see the sparkle of lights that weren't really there and she opened them again, grateful for the light of the moon that now shone brighter than ever and she glanced down to where Rita lay, her face upturned to Connie, her cheek just resting against her chest, her lips parted, her hair brushed back from her face.

All of a sudden she felt her body relax. Perhaps Rita was right, she thought, feeling the flicker of hope ignite within her chest. Perhaps it would all be ok...

She bit her lip against a smile, and carefully, so as not to disturb the slumbering blonde, she reached out a hand for her own phone, finding it after only a brief search with her fingertips, and, holding it so that the screen faced slightly away, so as not to blind herself, she found the camera, and quickly clicked 'capture', closing her eyes against the sudden flare of light, hesitating before moving again, waiting to check that Rita would not stir before glancing at the picture.

Despite the flash the photo was still dark, though the picture was still visible, Rita's blonde head, her cheek against Connie's bare chest, her face so beautiful...so peaceful.

She smiled to herself and squinted her eyes against the glare of the screen as she flicked through her contacts and selected Rita's name, opening the image up in a message, pausing just long enough before sending to type a message.

"Watching you sleep, and falling in love with you all over again."

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Can anybody guess what's going to happen in the next part...?

I'll update again tomorrow :) xxx