Chapter 1
It was a brisk winter evening when Rose Lalonde made the three block trek to her lovely girlfriend’s penthouse, braving the crowded streets of Manhattan in search of her love’s comforting embrace. The bitter wind bit into Rose’s flushed cheeks, but she didn’t mind. It was rare that Kanaya was home after signing up with a major design label, and Rose was willing to walk across hot coals or frozen tundra in search of her beloved.
After a good twenty minutes full of dodging and distraction, she finally arrived at Kanaya’s building, buzzing in so she could let her in. Kanaya answered a minute or so later, and the doors opened. The lobby to her building was as cool as the frozen outside, and Rose pulled her scarf closer to her nose as she stepped into the elevator.
Kanaya lived on the twenty first floor, so after a long ride upward, she was let into her apartment. The lights were down low, and a faux fire was on in the mantleplace, and for the briefest second, Rose felt like she may have been the only person in the entire world and she was floating, up, up, into the distinct vastness of space with nothing to hold her down—
“Rose, dear?” Kanaya’s beautiful accent drifted from the high class sofa, and she could see the silhouette of her dearest against the light of the fire. She was snapped out of her bizarre thoughts as she rushed to be seated next to Kanaya—the beautiful love that she had only seen on Skype for an entire two months.
Kanaya smiled, a genuine, full smile. “Oh, darling, it’s so nice to—“
Rose couldn’t contain her excitement. She was a calm, controlled person, but in the moment of such overwhelming relief and excitement, she threw her arms around Kanaya’s thin shoulders and kissed her.
Kanaya’s lips were warm contrasted to Rose’s cool ones. They were soft and pliant as she molded her lips against them, tangling her long fingers in Kanaya’s short, shiny black hair. Kanaya made a soft noise between a moan and a squeak and Rose straddled her lap, opening her mouth into the kiss.
Kanaya’s tongue was as skillful as Rose had remembered, and equally as hot as it pressed against her willing tongue, sending sears of arousal to her already damp womanhood. It was when Kanaya captured Rose’s bottom lips between her teeth that Rose became more vocal with a lusty moan.
Rose pulled away to breathe properly, pressing her forehead to Kanaya’s. Her chest felt tight with the overwhelming urge to kiss every inch of her girlfriend, from head to toe. Her beautiful Kanaya looked breathless—lips swollen and lipsticked smudged, jade eyes half lidded in lust.
“Well.” Said she, smiling coyly. “I suppose I could think of a nice way to finish our evening, wouldn’t you agree?”