Page 118 of Derivation

She pushed her hips forward a bit and pulled them back with every rhythmic stroke of Sarai’s tongue. Several minutes later, her hands were on the wall behind the bed, and she was rocking those hips against Sarai’s face, moaning her pleasure and not caring about who might be listening in the hallway or even hearing them from the kitchen.

“God, yes!” she let out as Sarai sucked her.

She stopped her hips to let Sarai take her over the edge, and then, she collapsed back on her palms, leaving her center only about a foot away from Sarai’s wet face and her ass on Sarai’s stomach. She looked like she was about to do a crab walk, which was probably why Sarai started laughing quietly.

“Shut up,” Gabi told her and giggled.

“You can stay right there, you know? I’m really enjoying my morning view so far today.”

Sarai ran her index finger over her clit, which was still very sensitive, and Gabi gasped, flinched, and moved off her because she couldn’t handle anything more right now. She ended up with her head at the end of the bed, flopped back, and stared up at the ceiling.

“Think they heard us?”

“Oh, definitely,” Sarai replied. “Think I care?”

“I guess not.” Gabi laughed a deep laugh that she recognized as her after-sex laugh. “Arlowe has her answer about us having sex now, huh?”

“She had her answer last night.”

“We were that loud?”

“They walked in right when you were coming, so yeah, I think they heard us. Well, you; they heard you.”

“God… Your friends know what I sound like when I come?” she asked, embarrassed, and covered her eyes with her arm.

“They know what I sound like, too. These walls aren’t that thick, Gabs. I’ve heard them both before. It’s really unpleasant and not something I want to think about. I’d much rather think about you and I hopping in that shower across the hall together, and me getting to rub that amazingly smelling body wash you’re always using all over you. Then, we can have breakfast.”

“You like my body wash?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sarai said.

Gabi removed her arm from over her eyes and asked, “And it’s okay that we take a shower together?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know.” Gabi sat up. “No one handed me the rule list before I moved in. I only found out about the whole voting and veto thing and then the vault thing after I signed the lease.”

“Well, I vote that we take a shower together and that we keep whatever we do in that shower in the vault. What do you say?”

Gabi smiled at her and said, “I don’t have any clothes in here. I guess I need to borrow something so that I don’t have to walk across the hall naked.”

“Oh, shit!” Sarai exclaimed and promptly covered her mouth with her hand.

“What?”

“Our clothes.”

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About thirty minutes later, Gabi walked into the kitchen with Sarai. They had opted not to hold hands or to dry their hair, so after their shower, where they’d focused on cleaning only, they’d just brushed each other’s hair like schoolgirls on a playground. It had been adorable, but they had kept that in the vault, too. Then, they’d dressed in their separate rooms and joined back up in the hallway, ready for Arlowe to pounce.

“Good morning,” Arlowe said calmly before she took a bite of her cereal.

“Hey,” Enya added without looking up.

“Hi,” Sarai said while Gabi was too busy looking out the back window, where she could easily see all of their clothes, the blanket, their snacks, and the knocked-over water bottles in the grass.

“Oh, hey,” she spoke when Sarai elbowed her back to attention.