The blonde had no recollection of having walked to the bedroom, but they must have, since she found herself pinned down on her bed, face down. Cat was on top of her, straddling her ass, kissing the back of her neck and then making her way downwards. Frankie dug her face in the mattress as much as she could and gripped the sheets around her, enduring the sweet torture that was Cat’s lips and naked breasts trailing down her back. God, why did she become so vulnerable whenever Cat was around -not to mention pressed against- her? Cat was the only person who made her want to say “I’m so fucking yours” instead of “You’re absolutely mine”.

“On your back,” said the brunette, still in charge, which was amazingly fine by Frankie.

The answer to every one of her questions was, of course, love, and she knew it perfectly well. She hadn’t known what to do with that love before, where to put it, how to deal with it. All her life, her only strategy in the face of trouble, confusion or even happiness, had been to run away. But that was over now.

Now, Cat was unzipping Frankie’s jeans and pulling them off, along with her underwear, and then wriggled out of her own. She knelt back on the bed and placed herself on top of the blonde, between her burning thighs, their bodies aligning and connecting in thirst and recognition. Frankie pushed her pelvis upwards, seeking another sharp tingle of pleasure, and Cat complied by pressing down.

Frankie rushed to meet those parted lips, unsure if she wanted to swallow or be swallowed by the brunette and holding Cat’s head in place so that their deep kiss would not break. She was aware that Cat’s movements had become fluid instead of sudden, that each thrust was beginning to merge with the next rather easily, and that they were moaning into each other’s mouths.

Oh Cat if you keep doing that, if you keep doing that, oh if only you kept doing that… She pushed herself up, once, twice, holding on to Cat as the only lifesaver she had while the orgasm seemed to rip her open and then empty her of all sense and dimension.

Her body plopped onto the bed, short of unconscious and barely registering Cat’s little kisses and nips from shoulder to earlobe. How could it be so fucking good, so fucking incredible always?

“I love you,” she muttered, and felt something -a change- in Cat, which caused her to open her eyes.

The brunette had propped herself up and was gazing at her intently. “I still can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“Well it better not be a bloody dream.” She smiled and tucked several strands of hair behind Cat’s ear.

“What are we doing, Frankie?”

Knowing that the question was not meant to be answered, the blonde only pulled her closer and hugged her. She knew that Cat wouldn’t be staying much longer.