Cristina falls asleep with her head on Erica's chest and her hand cupping her breast through her t-shirt. She wakes up the same way, only now she can also feel Erica's fingers stroking her hair gently.
Cristina smiles, and lifts her head to look into warm blue eyes. Just like the day before, Erica's mouth is so close to hers that she could kiss her without even moving.
This time, she does it.
When they separate, Cristina tucks her head into Erica's neck and says, "You didn't get up to swim."
"I go most days, not every day," Erica replies. "Besides, I'm pretty comfortable right here."
"What about yesterday? You weren't comfortable yesterday?" Cristina asks innocently, rubbing her thumb over Erica's nipple until it hardens, then pinching it gently.
Erica sighs, and her fingers tighten in Cristina's hair. "You have no idea how hard it was waking up with you all over me," she grumbles. "You smelled so good, and I wanted to touch you so badly."
"You should've," Cristina tells her.
"I didn't think you'd want me to."
"Well," Cristina says, reluctantly but charitably letting go of Erica's breast so she can grab her hand and slip it under her own top. "Now you know better, don't you?"
It takes them a while to make it out of bed. Erica offers her the first shower, but Cristina declines in favor of getting to watch her walk into the bathroom already half-naked. Then when she does shower, she thinks again about Erica naked in the shower - but this time, her fantasies feature the two of them spending quite a lot of time in there together.
Cristina is in favor of skipping lectures and spending the day hanging out instead, but apparently there's "fascinating research" with "innovative techniques" being presented, so they go get coffee and breakfast like usual.
"I would ask if you wanted to come with," Erica says, after describing the talk she's most looking forward to, "but I'm sensing that you didn't hear any of that."
"Nope," Cristina says, staring happily at her boobs.
"So if you came along, you'd probably just distract me."
"Yup," Cristina admits.
Then she drops a napkin on the floor, and puts her hand on Erica's leg for balance while she leans over. She pretends to have trouble finding it, wondering aloud where it could've gone, while she scratches lightly at Erica's inner thigh from her knee almost all the way up to the seam between her legs.
When she finally sits up, Erica is bright red. Cristina decides she really likes that look on her.
"You're a menace," Erica tells her.
"You like it," Cristina says smugly, because Erica does.
Erica rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. But she smiles anyway.
Cristina isn't sure why she bothers going to talks at all, frankly. All she can think about is how sensitive Erica's nipples are, and how she makes the loveliest sounds when Cristina plays with them. So she gives up on note-taking quickly, and spends the day happily reliving the memories - and fantasizing about making new ones.
There's a dinner that night to celebrate the end of the conference, but they agree to skip it in favor of take-out in their room. They hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Cristina is surprised by how natural it feels. It's been a while since she's held anyone's hand. It's been even longer since she's wanted to.
Erica kisses her as soon as they get into the hotel room. Cristina almost drops her drink.
"Sorry," Erica says sheepishly, taking it from her and putting it on the table with her own drink and the bag of food. "I've been thinking about that all day."
"Oh," Cristina says. "Me too."
When the food and drinks are safe, they look at each other again, and keep looking. The room has gone quiet. Cristina feels breathless.
Finally Erica steps forward, catches Cristina's hand, tugs her to the couch and sits down. Cristina considers sitting in her lap again, but gets shy at the last moment and sits opposite her instead.
For a moment they just stare at each other. Then Erica raises a hand, touches her face gently, and leans in.
They kiss slowly on the couch for a while, gradually becoming more and more horizontal as Cristina leans back on the pillows deliberately and encourages Erica to follow her with a hand on her lower back. Cristina's hands wander until they find Erica's belt loops, then her ass - which she grabs gleefully, squeezing and massaging freely.
"Enjoying yourself?" Erica asks, laughing at her enthusiasm.
"Your scrubs don't really do this thing justice," Cristina tells her. "These pants, on the other hand…"
"Noted," Erica says, just before Cristina captures her lips again, pushing her tongue into her mouth so hard that their teeth clack together for a moment. Erica tangles one hand in her hair and caresses her side with the other, just teasing at the side of her breast.
Then, as Erica relaxes and her body rests more fully against her, Cristina puts a foot flat on the couch and lets her thigh slip perfectly between Erica's.
She gasps into Cristina's mouth, and Cristina moves her hands to her hips, pulls her down so that she can rub against her purposefully. Erica breaks the kiss and Cristina watches her eyes fall shut as she grinds into her.
All too soon, Erica puts a hand on Cristina's waist and pushes herself up slightly, relieving the pressure.
"I want to do this with you," Erica murmurs. "Just so we're on the same page, though - is this a one-night kind of thing?"
Cristina scoffs.
"Yeah, right," she says, words coming out before she can worry if it's too much, too soon. "I've wanted you for years. I'm not letting you go that fast."
Internally, she winces. But Erica grins wide and kisses her fiercely, pressing her down into the couch pillows, and she immediately feels better.
Then Erica stands up, offers her a hand and pulls her into her arms, kissing her again and walking her backwards to the bed. Cristina laughs into her mouth, sits and pulls her own shirt off. Then she scoots back on the bed, enjoying the way Erica's eyes darken.
Erica crawls onto the bed, kisses Cristina's clothed knees and thighs and hipbones, then her bare stomach. She props herself up on her elbows to lick at her neck and the tops of her breasts, then pulls off Cristina's red bralette.
She looks up at her slowly while she wraps her mouth around Cristina's nipple and sucks. Cristina moans at the eye contact as much as the sensation.
"You look like you're going to eat me alive," Cristina tells her, caressing her hair.
Erica releases her, and smiles nice and slow.
"Funnily enough," she says, "that's more or less what I was planning."
She starts to move off the bed, and Cristina grabs at her blouse.
"Wait," she says, pushing her shirt up. "Take this off, I want to see your tits."
Erica laughs and complies.
This time, the lacy bra is pink.
Erica puts a pillow on the floor beside the bed, kneels, looks up at Cristina beneath fluttering eyelashes. She bats Cristina's hands away from her own waistband, then tugs her pants and underwear off slowly, kissing down her legs as they're exposed.
After the clothes have been kicked away, Cristina cups Erica's jaw and pulls her up for another kiss, then allows her to settle between her legs and leave a trail of kisses up her inner thigh.
Erica hums in satisfaction when she sees how slick Cristina is already. She spreads her open with two fingers, licks her with her eyes on Cristina's face - delicately at first, like she's just enjoying the taste, then eager and dirty, nuzzling into her and getting her mouth and cheeks and nose wet as she buries her face between her legs. She explores her thoroughly, building her up slowly as she kisses and sucks at her folds and her clit, and slips her tongue deep inside her. Cristina moans and rocks into her mouth, tugging at her hair and making her groan against her.
It feels wonderful, but she needs more to get off. When she can't wait any longer, Cristina whimpers and says, "Can I have your fingers? Please?"
"You think you're ready for my fingers?" Erica asks lowly. She laps at her a few more times, blows on her clit, then brushes her fingertips over her, teasing at her entrance.
She sucks a hickey on her thigh right beside her pussy, wiggling her fingers just barely inside and collecting the wetness there. Then she slips two fingers inside of her and fucks her deep and steady and unhurried, listening to Cristina getting louder and louder while she finds a spot that makes Cristina's back arch.
She grazes it a few times before Cristina whines, says, "Erica, god, more—"
And Erica presses her fingers to the spot and puts her mouth on her clit, and Cristina is gone. She calls out her name and comes harder than she has in a long time, rolling her hips into Erica and holding her in place with both hands. It's heady, overwhelming; she didn't realize how close she was until the orgasm was already washing over her.
When she's starting to come down, she pushes Erica's head away from her oversensitive clit. Erica removes her mouth slowly. Then she makes eye contact with Cristina and smirks, right before she laps at her clit gently and curls her fingers hard, making her come again, hard and sudden.
Cristina collapses back on the bed and gasps for breath.
For a few moments, her mind is entirely, blissfully blank.
Then she feels around blindly, fists a hand in Erica's hair to pull her up so she's lying half on top of her. Cristina kisses her deep and messy, licking into Erica's mouth, biting at her lips and getting her own wetness all over her cheeks.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Cristina breathes, once she finally releases her. Erica just smirks at her again - now that look is only ever going to make me think of sex, Cristina thinks, what am I going to do - and wipes at her own face with the palm of her hand before bending down to kiss her some more.
Cristina unclasps the pretty pink bra and pushes the straps off her shoulders, then tugs her pants down. Erica helps her push them off, then kicks them away.
"Lie down, baby," Cristina tells her, grabbing at her shoulders and pulling her in so she can kiss her again, then pushing her in the direction of the headboard. Erica laughs, turns herself around and settles on her back in the middle of the bed, looking up at Cristina with a smile.
Cristina follows, lies beside her and pushes herself up on an elbow. Erica wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in for a kiss, and Cristina can't help but press her down, pushing her tongue insistently into her mouth. She tugs blindly at Erica's thigh until she spreads her legs, hooking a knee over Cristina's hip; and Cristina begins to trail her fingers slowly, slowly up her soft skin.
The motion is very like how she'd teased Erica at breakfast. From the soft whimper Erica lets out, Cristina guesses she remembers.
Cristina smiles, bends her head down to lick languidly at Erica's nipples, sucking one into her mouth to make her whine. She toys with the other nipple with her fingers, then trails her fingers down her stomach.
Cristina hasn't slept with a woman in a long time, but she's spent the past few days having detailed fantasies about what exactly she would do with Erica if given the opportunity - and, well. Here she is.
Without releasing Erica's breast for a second, she cups her pussy gently and lets her grind into her palm, enjoying the choked moan that spills out of her. Then she strokes over the wet spot on the pink lacy underwear, and scratches her nails lightly over her swollen clit.
Once Erica is moaning steadily and lifting her hips into Cristina's hand, Cristina moves two fingers underneath the fabric to where she's slippery wet and pushes into her, relishing the way her moans get higher and her head falls back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded.
She fucks into her a few times, coating her fingers and making pretty sounds come out of Erica's mouth, then pulls her fingers out so that she can taste her. Erica whines, and Cristina admires how she looks spread out beneath her.
Then Cristina pulls off her panties and kneels between Erica's legs so that she can fuck her properly. Two, then three fingers thrusting into her just a little roughly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp and mewl while she tightens around Cristina's fingers til she can barely ease them in and out. She keeps pounding into her as much as she can, pushing her knuckles against her entrance for that little stretch, and rubbing insistently deep inside her the whole time.
One of Erica's hands clutches at her thigh, and she's rocking her hips into Cristina's hand shamelessly, and Cristina knows the exact moment that Erica finds the angle she needs because her mouth falls open and she lets out a raw, filthy moan that Cristina wants to hear over and over again.
"You like that?" she asks, and she wants it to be teasing, but all she hears in her own voice is awe.
"God, yes, that's perfect," Erica says, "don't stop, Cristina, fuck—"
Cristina doesn't stop, watching hungrily as Erica puts her own fingers between her legs to rub at her clit. Just seconds later, a pink flush spreads over her chest; and then Erica is coming, making breathless, needy little sounds while her pussy clutches possessively at Cristina's fingers. Cristina fucks her through it, then stills her hand, enjoying the way Erica's walls spasm weakly around her.
Finally Cristina pulls her fingers out - Erica moans again at the feeling, eyes shut - and licks them clean. She crawls up to drape herself over the length of Erica's body and kisses her parted lips.
They lie there for a few minutes, making out lazily, before Cristina gets an idea. She rolls off the bed and starts rummaging in her suitcase.
"What are you doing?" Erica asks, propping herself up on an elbow.
Cristina finds what she's looking for a moment later, and holds it up victoriously. She has a lot of toys at home, but this one - the long pink vibrator with extra ridges at the tip and at the place where it rubs against her clit - is one of her absolute favorites.
"Seriously?" Erica says, laughter in her voice. "You brought a vibrator to the conference?"
"Hey, I thought I was going to be sleeping alone," Cristina says from the bathroom, where she's washing the toy off.
"Oh, right," Erica says. "Should I leave you and your friend alone to get reacquainted?"
"You think this is for me?" Cristina says, crawling back into bed and settling between Erica's legs again. Under other circumstances she would try to make the move look seductive, but she's way too eager to pull that off right now.
"It's not?" Erica manages to ask before Cristina kisses her deeply and places the vibrator between her legs, rubbing its length against her to get the toy wet. Then she angles the toy so the ridges are pressed against her clit, and turns it on.
Erica's back arches immediately. "Oh, fuck," she says, her voice a half-sigh.
"Yeah," Cristina says. "That's what I thought."
She moves the vibe on and around her clit in slow patterns, building her up but never giving her enough, occasionally dipping the toy down and just inside of her. Between her first orgasm and the vibrator's ministrations, Erica's dripping wet, and she digs her nails into Cristina's shoulders every time she pushes into her, clearly encouraging her to go deeper. But instead Cristina pulls the toy out, traces it back up and around her clit like she has all the time in the world, and sucks hard at her neck at the same time.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wonders if Erica brought concealer. She's going to need it.
She keeps going like this until Erica's whimpering, then bumps the vibrator up a setting and teases her some more until she says, "Cristina, come on—"
"What?" Cristina asks innocently.
Erica pushes her hips up in response, spreading her legs wider. Cristina moves the toy away, and she groans in frustration.
"Use your words, baby," Cristina tells her, moving down her body again so that she can leave hickeys on her thighs.
"Fuck me," Erica whines, then moans high and loud as Cristina bites her leg roughly. "Isn't that what you wanted to hear? Just fuck me already!"
"Hmm…almost," Cristina says. She ratchets the toy up another notch and dips it into her again, fucking her shallowly, and Erica cries out.
"Cristina - please!"
"There you go, sweetheart," Cristina says, and licks her clit. "Say it again."
"Please, please fuck me," Erica begs, looking down at her with wide, desperate eyes. "Please!"
"All you had to do was ask, baby," Cristina says sweetly, and slides the toy all the way inside her. She bumps the vibrator's setting up one more time, then she presses the toy into Erica hard and fast until she's falling apart, wailing Cristina's name.
They don't get a lot of sleep that night. Erica insists on using the vibe on Cristina once she's caught her breath, and Cristina wants to taste her properly. They eat dinner, eventually, and then take a shower together, which predictably ends with Erica holding her up against the wall, Cristina's leg wrapped around her hips, and Erica's fingers fucking her slow and deep and hard until she screams.
Much later, when Cristina is almost asleep, Erica's breasts against her back and her breath tickling her shoulder, she hears Erica whisper, "Are you still awake?"
"M-hm," she murmurs.
Erica's quiet for a moment. Cristina half-turns in her arms. "Baby?"
Erica kisses the back of her neck.
"I wanted you for years, too," Erica whispers.
Cristina smiles, turns fully, kisses her, and Erica's smiling too. And then her hand is between Cristina's legs again.