Page 62 of Saving Graces
Rosalie laughed.
“Savannah and I had a… disagreement about whether I was coming here or not. She kind of packed for me.”
“And she thought these might come in handy?”
“I suspect she just literally emptied my entire underwear drawer into the suitcase,” Rosalie said “Though honestly, at this point in Savannah’s life she probably thinks this is what normal everyday underwear looks like for everyone.” There was a silence from the next room and Rosalie’s head jerked up as she dropped her robe. “Are you literally picturing my best friend in sexy lingerie right now?”
“Hell yes,” Kinsey said and Rosalie’s jaw dropped. “You have to understand, those early Twice Struck music videos were really… formative experiences for me.” Her voice was teasing but somehow she didn’t think Kinsey was joking.
“You literally do not deserve to see me in this underwear, Kinsey,” she warned her as she did up her bra.
“Oh… wait, now I’m picturing both of you in your lingerie,” Kinsey said dreamily. “God. What a time to be alive.”
Rosalie stepped out of the bathroom, her eyebrows sky high and Kinsey’s face went from teasing to extremely serious in less than a second.
“And how about now?” Rosalie asked her, coming closer in the lamplight.
Kinsey bit her lip. Her eyes softened, desire flaring.
“Savannah Grace could walk in here naked and all I’d see was you.”
“That’s more like it.”
She stepped in close, feeling oddly vulnerable, between the completely reasonable pushback Kinsey had given her this morning and the being caught looking goofy rather than sexy just now, but Kinsey’s heated expression was more than reassuring.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she said. “I can hardly stand it.”
Rosalie found her lashes dropping as she smiled at the compliment. She slid her hands around Kinsey’s hips, still in her tight jeans, straight from dinner. It was the first time she’d gotten the chance to fully undress her, Kinsey having been clothed for bed the other nights. She looked up at Kinsey, finding her dark eyes focussed intently on her and without dropping her gaze she slipped open the top button of her jeans. Kinsey bit her lip, watching, as she slid down the zipper.
“How much foreplay are you going to need?” Rosalie asked her, wetting her lip with her tongue. Kinsey’s breath caught.
“This,” she ran one finger lazily over Rosalie’s breasts, her abdomen, her panties, “is enough.”
“Mm,” Rosalie left Kinsey’s jeans where they were, but slipped her hand into her underwear, “it seems like it is.” She found slippery wet heat under her fingertips and heard Kinsey hiss at the sensation. There was just enough room to move her fingers.
“Oh god,” Kinsey whispered, her hips jolting slightly at her touch. “How do you keep doing this to me?”
Without stopping her fingers, Rosalie walked her slowly backwards to the bed. She pushed Kinsey down to sit on the edge. She tugged off the tight jeans, then her panties, then knelt in front of her.
“Is this what you want?” Rosalie gazed up at Kinsey, lips parted. “A woman in lingerie on her knees for you?”
Kinsey rested back on her elbows, her eyes dark.
“As long as she’s hot as fuck and it’s you,” she said, “then yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”
“Well,” Rosalie tried to ignore the heart palpitations that gave her, “it seems like it might be your lucky day. Now take the rest of your clothes off so I can look at you when you come.”
Kinsey immediately did what she was told, and Rosalie settled in, determined to make her utterly come apart.
It was hours before they lay in each other’s arms, finally sated. Kinsey propped her head up on her hand beside her ,softly tracing her fingers up and down Rosalie’s spine, making her feel like she might melt all the way into the sheets.
“I’m going to go now,” she murmured.
“Do you have to?” Rosalie didn’t want her to stop touching her like this.
“I do.” Her voice was gentle but firm.
“You’re just going to ravish me and then leave?” Rosalie said plaintively. She absolutely didn’t want Kinsey to go and she didn’t know at all what that meant.
