Page 123 of Semantics

“Babe, bed,” she said.

“What? No, I’m already close,” Violet replied before she kissed her hard.

“Vi…”

Stella stopped stroking and pulled her mouth away.

“Is something wrong?” Violet asked, looking concerned.

“No, I just… This is the first time since we got together, and we’ve always had fast. I want slow. Is that okay?”

Violet smiled down at her softly and replied, “Yes, it’s more than okay. I wanted to take those clothes off you slowly anyway, remember?”

Violet kissed her gently and stood up. Stella stared for a moment, and she regretted instantly that she’d suggested they stop and take things slowly as much as she knew that that was what she wanted and possibly what they both needed.

“Come on, stud,” Violet added with a little laugh and held out her hand for Stella to take.

“Oh, I’m a stud now?”

“You are when you wear that outfit. Where’s the hat?”

Violet wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck when she stood.

“I’m skipping the hat tonight, and I’ll be pressing you against that wall before we walk back to my bedroom.”

Stella moved Violet to the wall next to the hallway.

“You have a thing for walls, huh?” Violet teased.

“I have a thing for you being up against them specifically,” Stella replied and then kissed Violet’s neck and ran her tongue up to her earlobe.

“You feel so good,” Violet said as she unbuttoned Stella’s vest, and soon, it, as well as the silly fake pocket watch, were shoved off her shoulders, landing on the floor.

“What happened to undressing me slowly?” she asked before she kissed Violet deeply.

“It’s just the vest. I’ll take my time with everything else.”

Stella kissed Violet again before she gripped her by the hips, moved them into the hall, and turned Violet around in her arms. She ended up behind her, kissing Violet’s neck and massaging her breasts as they walked down toward the room and then, into it.

“Where are the candles?” Violet joked.

“In the drawer they came from in the first place.”

“Should we pull them back out and put on some soft, romantic music? Maybe you have a playlist?”

“No,” she replied, moving them to the bed, where she gave Violet a light shove. Violet laughed and moved further on the bed until her head hit the pillow, so Stella stood there and asked, “What about undressing me?”

“Can you undress for me?”

“I thought–”

“Another time, babe. Put the suspenders back up after you take off your shirt.”

“Really?”

“For a minute. Not forever.”

Stella chuckled and reached for the button and zipper on her jeans. Once they were undone, she untucked her shirt, unbuttoned it, and lowered the suspenders. Then, she slowly removed her shirt and held it out in her arm before she let it fall to the floor. Violet smirked up at her, and Stella watched her as she moved her own hand between her legs, which she was spreading wider and wider.