Epilogue
Sand and Foam.
“What did Tammy tell you?” Lou whispered into Debbie’s neck, their bare legs entangled together. She wondered about that question her entire trip, and now that she had satisfied her first need—Debbie’s eyes were nearly black with lust when Lou strode back into the loft—she needed to know. They had always entangled in some form or another, but right now she couldn’t tell you where Lou ended and where Debbie began for any number of jewels in the world.
Debbie said nothing for a moment, and Lou waited patiently for Debbie to think about what she wanted to tell her. Debbie seemed to register her waiting, and she pressed a kiss to Lou’s forehead before answering. “Just that I had missed a lot.” She fell silent, and Lou listened to the sound of her breathing before Debbie admitted, her voice blasé, “I had to give you a reason to stay, didn’t I?”
Lou snorted. “Yeah, and thirty million other reasons.”
Debbie slapped her bare ass, and Lou grinned. “You can’t leave again,” Debbie said suddenly, her tone somber. “You’re my Thelma and I’m your Louise. It’s you and me, all the way, until the end.”
Lou snuggled in closer, smiling into the crook between Debbie’s neck and her shoulders. She had forced Debbie to watch Thelma and Louise with her during the heist and let Debbie come to her own conclusion. “I’m not the one who decided Muggo art was what she wanted.”
“I wanted to leave No-Maj bingo. Not you.” She heard the exasperation in Debbie’s tone, and it made her lean down and press a kiss on soft skin.
“Yeah, well, me and Muggo bingo are a boxed set, honey,” Lou said, slipping a hand down to lightly trace Debbie’s nipple, hearing the small gasp Debbie made. She leaned up into Debbie’s ear and murmured, “You can’t have one without the other.”
Debbie groaned as Lou’s other hand slowly trailed down, “I remember your pillow talk being better than that, Miller.”
Lou grinned wickedly, and in one fluid motion, sat up and thew a leg over Debbie so that she looked down at her, straddling her. She laid her lips on the skin between Debbie’s collarbones, pressing a wet kiss, and slowly trailed her way down, lavishing a wet kiss on Debbie’s left nipple, one hand playing with her right breast and the other tracing circles on the tender flesh of Debbie’s upper thighs. Debbie keened, her hips buckling up, but Lou’s finger pause right before they touch her.
“You were saying, Deborah?” Lou asked, releasing Debbie’s nipple to nibble her way back up to Debbie’s ear. “Something about my pillow talk?”
Debbie bit her lip hard to stifle a groan. “Stop teasing.”
Lou tsked. “That’s no way to ask for a favor.” She sucked gently at the skin behind Debbie’s ear. “You wanna try again, sweetheart?”
In the end, of course, Debbie got what she wanted, and then she flipped Lou with enough grace and agility to make a gymnast weep and had Lou begging for release in no time at all.
Sweaty and sticky, Lou pulled Debbie up from between her legs and pressed her lips to hers, tasting herself on Debbie’s lips and feeling the smile Debbie wore. She pulled apart long enough to whisper, “I love you,” and reveled in her newfound heart-startling ability to say it.
Debbie whispered back, “I love you,” and Lou drowned in the lavender field all over again.