“Hey so I was thinking, Jess is planning to go out tomorrow night. How about you come up to my room after dinner?” In the darkness of the shed Greta could barely see Carson.
“Are you asking me on a date?” Carson pressed her hands against Greta’s lower back, pulling her in close.
“Do you want it to be a date, Carson?” Greta tried to sound cool, calm. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the way her heels pinched against her feet.
“Yes, please” Carson eagerly chased Greta’s lips, as Greta pulled back playfully.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Was that a yes?” Greta grinned, raising her eyebrows and tilting her chin up as Carson whimpered, Greta lips were just out of reach.
Carson hummed, nodding earnestly as she rocked up on her toes in an attempt to close the distance between her lips and Greta’s.
“You’re not very patient, Carse” Greta cupped her jaw, and leaned down, allowing Carson access to her lips again.
“Sorry” Carson mumbled against Greta’s mouth, her hands gripping Greta’s hips. She was in fact, not very sorry at all.
Greta finally broke the kiss, taking Carson’s hand and leading her back toward the door to the shed, signaling it was time for them to return back to the house. Their evening reprieve had become more of an evening routine, though neither had any complaints about it.
***
The next day, Carson curled up on the living room couch after dinner, her skirt draped over her knees and her feet tucked underneath her. Jess sprawled out at the other end of the couch, her arm slung across the back, with Esti sitting on the floor in the space between Jess’ knees. Lupe joined on the couch as well, unknowingly crowding Carson in an attempt to not sit too close to Jess.
The rest of the team was sprinkled around the room, on chairs and the floor. Conversation was light, and easy. A few of the women started to excuse themselves to bed, Shirley and Terri were the first to leave. Greta stepped into the room with Jo after taking a smoke break on the porch, and Greta made it known she was also excusing herself from the group.
“Alright ladies, sleep well, looking forward to practice tomorrow!” Greta wiggled her fingers playfully before she ascended the stairs. Carson was counting the seconds in her head, as she locked eyes with Jo who walked over to her.
“Alright, farm girl, you look tired. You should go to bed, so I can steal that spot on the couch” Jo quirked the smallest smile, a knowing acknowledgement.
“All yours, Jo” Carson unfolded herself and stood, stepping around Esti as she made her way out of the living room.
Carson knocked softly on the door to Greta’s room before pushing it open just slightly, the door was pulled to but not fully shut.
“Hi” Carson saw Greta sitting on her bed, running her fingers through her hair before looking up.
“Hi” Greta stood, padding over, her heels abandoned by the dresser. Carson stepped in, turning away to shut the door. As Carson turned back, she felt Greta’s hands slide around her waist, and in a moment was pulled into a soft kiss. Carson rocked up on her toes, her hands at the back of Greta’s neck, fingers entangled in her hair.
“This date is off to a great start” Carson rocked back to her heels, looking up at Greta, the tightness in her calves lingering.
Greta hummed, closing her eyes. Her forehead resting against Carson’s.
“Come with me, there’s more” Greta reached up to take Carson’s hands in hers, leading her toward the bed. She motioned for Carson to sit on the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes”
While Carson’s eyes were closed, Greta carefully lifted a cloth napkin out of her nightstand drawer. Inside were 4 shortbread biscuits and 2 York peppermint patties. She also pulled out her flask, and set everything on the nightstand. She knelt in front of Carson, pressing the foil-wrapped candy in her palm.
“It’s not much, but you can open your eyes” Carson opened her eyes and smiled at the wrapped chocolate in her hand. She looked over at the small stack of shortbread on top of the napkin.
“You’re so thoughtful” Carson kissed Greta’s cheek, “did you know these are my favorite?” Carson carefully peeling the foil away from the chocolate.
“I might have asked Shirley if you had a favorite, I had no idea she had so many feelings about candy bars” Greta smiled.
“Oh yeah, she can’t understand why I would eat them. I can’t understand why she won’t” Carson chewed the bite she’d just taken with a smile and hummed with satisfaction. Greta peeled back the foil wrapper on hers as well, savoring the knowledge that kissing Carson would have the lingering sweet taste of chocolate and mint.
“Can I brush your hair later?” Carson twirled one of Greta’s curls around her pointer finger. Greta’s curls loosened during the day, the clearly defined pin curls softening and lengthening. Greta shivered, her breath catching as Carson’s fingertips brushed against her ear. Carson leaned in, and kissed Greta softly. The sweetness on her lips and the sharpness of the peppermint cleared any thought from Greta’s mind. She was solely focused on Carson.
“Of course, darling” Greta liked having her hair brushed, by Carson. It hadn’t been in her plan for this evening, but it was clear Carson wanted to do something nice for her in return. Carson wanted to do something nice for her in return. Greta was so used to being the one to call the shots, make the decisions, enforce the rules. Greta’s body relaxed into Carson, the thought of someone else making a choice, a choice to do something kind and gentle for her, washed an unrestrained calm over her.
Carson’s hands were gentle, pressing against Greta’s chest to allow them both space to breathe. Carson found her footing before walking the few strides to get Greta’s hairbrush from the top of her dresser.
“Sit please, let me help” Carson’s voice was hushed, low and calm, as she knelt on the bed behind Greta, allowing Greta to lean back against her. Carson pulled the brush through Greta’s hair slowly, aware of the scent of her perfume, subtle and subdued from the hours of the day.
“Feels really nice, Carse” Greta sighed, the words slowly rolling off her tongue. Eyes closed, her skin prickled with goosebumps from the sensation of the bristles against her scalp. Greta had only allowed Carson to do this once before, and the way she applied the right amount of pressure was absolutely intoxicating. Carson carefully held tangled sections with her free hand before working out the knots, so as not to pull on Greta’s scalp.
“You’re so pretty like this” Carson set the brush down, combing her fingers gently through Greta’s hair, pressing her fingernails against her scalp with each stroke. She tucked Greta’s hair behind her ear, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her jawline. Greta shivered and blushed, feeling arousal slowly warm her whole body.
“Can I take you to bed?” Greta turned, looking up at Carson who was still kneeling on the bed. Carson’s gaze was soft and warm, and she looked beautiful. It was rare that Greta got the chance to look up at Carson.
“We’re already in bed, kind of” Carson grinned, just as Greta pressed her hands against Carson’s shoulders, laying her down in one smooth motion.
“Mmm, don’t get smart with me” Greta said firmly before kissing Carson, shifting to position her hips over Carson’s. “This ok?” Greta felt her tone change, checking in, softer.
Carson hummed, nodding. “Yeah, keep going” Carson's fingers fumbled with the buttons on Greta’s dress, before finally helping her shrug her shoulders out of it. Greta kept kissing Carson, slightly precarious as she pulled the fabric down over her own hips, kicking out of the dress unceremoniously.
“We have all night” Greta sighed softly as Carson’s hands slid down her back, the skin to skin contact causing Greta’s hips to press down against Carson’s thigh. Distracted by Carson’s hands, Greta had only unbuttoned half of her lover's blouse. Carson was one step ahead, fumbling through the last few buttons, before sitting up and shrugging out of the shirt. She laid back, lifting her hips, and Greta pulled her skirt down over her hips with one smooth motion.
Carson closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Greta’s kisses, the softness of Greta’s hands, trailing down over her body.
“Still ok?”
“Mmhmm” Carson can barely form words, she nodded, her whole body felt warm and relaxed, tingling with desire.
“Good, now let me take care of you, Carse” Greta kissed across Carson’s chest and down over her abdomen, feeling Carson’s muscles tense as her lips brushed over sensitive skin. She kissed up and down the insides of Carson’s thighs, looking up as Carson squirmed, her head thrown back into the pillow. Greta smiled, knowing she’d wake up tomorrow with Carson’s scent lingering on her pillowcase.
“Can I?” Greta paused, wondering if Carson heard her soft request.
“Please, Greta. Baby, please” Carson begged, Greta’s eyes now wide. Baby, she called me baby. Greta felt her own arousal increasing, slick and getting more difficult to ignore. Greta pulled Carson’s underwear off, rushed and a little bit desperate. Greta pressed her mouth to Carson’s center, feeling both Carson’s hands in her hair, her grip so tight and tugging slightly made Greta whimper with pleasure. As her tongue moved in slow sweeping strokes, Carson continued to beg.
“More, please. Please” Carson’s voice was raw, breathy and full of desire in a way that she herself almost didn’t recognize. Carson pushed her hips up, chasing friction at her center against Greta’s mouth. Greta hummed, the vibration sending bright, hot need through Carson’s thighs, her toes curling.
“I’m..Greta, I’m…please. Close. I’m gonna…” Carson gasped, her words barely coherent. Carson felt Greta increase the pace, her tongue working up and down, featherlight, before swirling and sucking on her clit. Carson arched her back, the control of her body’s movements given over to the pleasure created by the woman between her thighs.
Greta felt Carson’s thighs start to tremble, she wrapped her hands around them to keep Carson from clamping down against her head. Carson’s soft whimpers became more frequent, her short nails scrabbling against Greta’s scalp as she tried to ground herself. Moments later, with one last swirl of her tongue, Greta felt more slick warmth against her chin and lips, feeling Carson ride out the orgasm against her tongue, continuing to press gentle circles against Carson’s center. Carson’s thighs trembled again, and her hips rolled without pause into another smaller orgasm.
“Ok..ok. I’m..I’m..good” Carson trying to take slower breaths, her skin tacky with sweat. Greta kissed the insides of Carson’s thighs softly before laying down beside her. Carson pressed her thighs together, the sensitivity between her legs was almost overwhelming as she shivered through the small aftershocks.
“Come here” Greta pulled Carson against her and kissed her forehead, and then her lips. She traced her fingers in looping patterns along Carson’s back in the minutes that followed, the feeling of her fingernails raising goosebumps over Carson’s skin, before yawning into Greta’s chest, snuggling close. “Getting sleepy, Carse?”
Carson hummed, her eyes growing heavy, and her whole body felt loose, like Jell-O that hadn’t quite set. She pressed closer to Greta, her arms squeezing around Greta’s waist.
“I wanna stay” Carson was sweet like this, often being brave to say the things that lingered between the two of them.
“I know, darling. But we can’t, not tonight.”
“Is this what clouds feel like, floating around all loose and fuzzy feeling?” Carson mumbled sleepily against Greta, after a long pause. Greta laughed at the comparison.
“I don’t know, Carse, I’ve never asked. But maybe?” Greta felt Carson smile against her.
“Mmm, then I wanna be a cloud for just a few more minutes. Please?”
“Of course. I’ll wake you if you fall asleep.”