Roses for tomorrow

The perks of having a girlfriend who’s a future dermatologist are undeniable—she always suggests the best skincare routines. Fahlada has made it a habit to organize what she fondly calls “spa days” for Earn, much to the blonde’s delight. On these evenings, Fahlada starts with a thorough skin analysis, ensuring she understands exactly what Earn's skin needs. Then, she dedicates half the evening pampering her girlfriend with an indulgent skincare routine, complete with a relaxing massage.
Of course, Fahlada never forgets the little touches: Earn’s favorite snacks are always on hand, and her go-to series plays in the background, making the entire experience even more enjoyable. Since then, Earn’s skin has never looked better, glowing with the results of expert care and the love behind it all.

“But logically,” the blonde began, her head resting comfortably on her girlfriend’s lap as Fahlada delicately applied a sheet mask to her face. “If I stay in my room all day, without going outside, and with the windows closed,” she paused, tilting her head slightly to meet Fahlada’s gaze.
Fahlada hummed softly in response, her fingers now working in light circular motions on Earn’s scalp, sending gentle tingles down her neck. “There’s no need to put on sunscreen, right?” Earn continued, her tone half-curious, half-lazy.
Fahlada let out a soft chuckle, her lips curling into a fond smile. “You’re supposed to wash your face every day, love,” she replied, her voice patient and warm. “Every morning and every night. And yes, even if you’re indoors all day, sunscreen’s still a good idea—UV rays can sneak in through windows, you know.”
Earn sighed dramatically, though her eyes glinted with playful affection. “Fine. But only because you’re the expert.”
“And because you’d do anything to keep me pampering you like this,” Fahlada teased, tapping Earn’s nose lightly before resuming her gentle ministrations.

On the other hand, one of the perks of having a girlfriend destined to become the owner of one of the largest private healthcare organizations in Thailand was her impressive breadth of knowledge across nearly every medical field. This was thanks to her parents, who had insisted she shadow every type of doctor in their hospital from the very beginning of her studies, ensuring she gained hands-on experience in all areas of medicine.

So when Earn fell ill, her girlfriend didn’t hesitate for a second. She grabbed a bag, headed to Earn’s condo, packed some essential items, and stocked up on groceries. From the moment she arrived, she cared for the blonde as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in the world.
Fahlada loved her girlfriend deeply—every single thing about her. She adored Earn’s strengths and even her flaws. Because, as perfect as Earn seemed, she was also stubborn. So stubborn. Fahlada had mentioned it to her more than once, though she didn’t mind too much. In fact, sometimes Earn’s stubbornness was endearing, like the time they were cooking together.
Fahlada had warned Earn to lower the temperature on the stove to avoid burning their food, but the blonde, ever determined, waved her off. The result? The food was, of course, burnt. Did they end up ordering pizza instead? Absolutely. Did Fahlada say, “I told you so”? Definitely not—she valued her life too much for that.
But when it came to sickness, Earn’s stubborn streak became... well, a bit more challenging. Refusing to rest properly, insisting she didn’t need medicine, or trying to do chores despite her obvious weakness—it all made Fahlada’s role as caretaker both harder and more important. And yet, even in those moments, her love for Earn only grew.

"Love," Fahlada called out from the kitchen, her voice warm but firm. "Dinner’s ready!"
She waited, straining to hear even the faintest response, but the house remained silent. Frowning, she called out again, louder this time, "Earn, let’s eat!"
Still no answer.
A flicker of concern swept over Fahlada as she set the utensils down and made her way upstairs. The blonde had been running a fever all day, and while she insisted she was fine, Fahlada couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she was greeted by a sight that made her heart clench.
Earn was curled up on the bed, fast asleep, her cheeks slightly flushed from the lingering fever. She was wearing one of Fahlada’s oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowed her hands completely. Cocooned under the blanket, she clung tightly to Fahlada’s pillow, as though it gave her some kind of comfort.
Fahlada stepped closer, her eyes softening but still scanning Earn carefully. She crouched by the bedside and pressed the back of her hand gently to Earn’s forehead. The warmth was still there—not as high as before, but enough to make her worry.
"Earn," she whispered softly, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair away from her face. "You need to eat something, love. Please."
The sleeping woman stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her grip on the pillow tightening. Fahlada let out a quiet sigh, torn between waking her and letting her rest.
"You’re going to be the death of me," she murmured with a small, fond smile, though the worry didn’t fade from her eyes. Carefully, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead before straightening up.
"I’ll let you sleep for now," she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over Earn’s hand. "But you’re eating as soon as you wake up, stubborn girl."
With that, Fahlada pulled the blanket up a little higher over Earn’s shoulders and quietly left the room, deciding to bring a meal upstairs later if her girlfriend didn’t come down.

When Earn woke up later, her girlfriend, didn’t even hesitate before bringing a bowl of porridge upstairs. She had prepared it carefully, knowing Earn would need something to eat before taking her pills. The blonde lay in bed, her features already set in the telltale stubbornness Fahlada had come to expect.
Anticipating the argument that would surely follow, Fahlada braced herself as she stepped into the room.
“I don’t want to eat. I’m not hungry,” Earn declared, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a defiant glare in her eyes. Her voice was sharp, her tone final.
“Earn, if you want to get better—” Fahlada began gently, though she had already guessed how this would end.
“I don’t want to,” Earn snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. The room felt heavier, weighed down by the tension between them.
Fahlada sighed, setting the porridge down on the bedside table. She didn’t want to push too hard, but she couldn’t just let this slide. “You need to eat, Earn. Even if you don’t feel like it.” Her voice was soft but firm, laced with both concern and exasperation.
Earn refused to meet her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. Silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the distant hum of the air conditioning.
Fahlada sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting lightly on Earn’s knee. “I know it’s hard, but I’m here to help you. Let’s do this together love.”

Earn’s glare faltered for a moment. She said nothing, the battle between her stubbornness and the care she could sense in Fahlada’s voice waging silently within her.
“Over my self,” Earn spat, her tone sharp but slightly wavering, as if she were trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
The brunette, arched her eyebrows. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips, mischief flickering in her dark eyes. An idea was already forming in her head.
“Really?” she asked, her tone lightening to something playful. Her gaze danced over Earn, assessing her, plotting. “What if—”
Before Earn could react, Fahlada lunged forward, throwing herself on top of the blonde and pinning her down. Her fingers darted to Earn’s sides, tickling her mercilessly.
“Stop! P’Mor—stop!” Earn cried, her words fractured by bursts of helpless laughter.
The room erupted with noise as their laughter mixed, filling the space with warmth and chaos. Earn’s resolve crumbled, replaced by the pure joy that lit up her face, even as she struggled against Fahlada’s relentless attack.

“So now,” Fahlada began, a smirk playing on her lips as she perched herself triumphantly atop her girlfriend, “will you eat?”
Earn stared up at her, defiance blazing in her eyes, the same stubbornness etched into every line of her face. “No,” she snapped, her tone resolute.
“Perfect,” Fahlada replied, her grin widening.
Without missing a beat, she launched her counterattack, her fingers darting back to Earn’s sides. The blonde squirmed beneath her, her resolve breaking with every uncontrollable laugh that escaped her lips.
“Fahlada—stop! I mean it!” Earn managed between fits of laughter, her voice high-pitched with desperation.
“Oh, you mean it, do you?” Fahlada teased, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. “Because it doesn’t sound like it!”
The room was filled once again with Earn’s helpless laughter, her stubbornness no match for Fahlada’s relentless tickling.
“Okay, okay! Fine!” Earn finally gasped, tears of laughter brimming in her eyes. “I’ll eat!”
“I knew we were gonna find a way” Fahlada said with mock seriousness, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on Earn’s flushed cheek. “Now, let’s get you fed before I have to do this again.”

After ensuring Earn ate a decent meal and took her medic, Fahlada gently guided her stubborn patient toward the bathroom. Earn grumbled the whole way, her feet dragging across the floor.
“I can do it myself, you know,”the blonde muttered, crossing her arms as Fahlada turned on the shower and tested the water temperature.
The older glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and affection. “Oh, I’m fully aware of your independence, love,” she replied lightly, adjusting the water. “But since you seem determined to act like an unruly child today, I’ll treat you like one.”
Earn’s eyes narrowed, though her reddened nose and slightly hoarse voice softened the effect. “I’m not—”
Before she could finish, Fahlada calmly took her by the shoulders and sat her down on the bathroom stool. “Shh, stubbornness burns energy, and you need all the energy you can get.” Her voice was warm, teasing, but with a doctor-like precision that made Earn comply—though she still made sure to scowl.
Once the water was ready, the brunette began washing Earn’s hair with slow, deliberate care. Her fingers massaged Earn’s scalp, working the shampoo into a soft lather. Earn’s eyes fluttered shut despite her best efforts to remain annoyed.
“See?” Fahlada murmured, leaning in close to whisper. “You’re relaxing already.”
“I’m not,” Earn mumbled, though her words were unconvincing as a tiny sigh of contentment slipped out.
Fahlada chuckled, her hands moving to rinse out the shampoo. “Your mouth says no, but your body says ‘thank you baby, you’re the best girlfriend ever.’”
Earn cracked an eye open and gave her a half-hearted glare. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Maybe. But I’m also full of love for a certain blonde, stubborn, feverish someone.” Fahlada smiled sweetly, her hands now applying conditioner. “So sit still and let me take care of you.”
Later, after Earn was properly bathed, dressed in clean pajamas, and feeling slightly less grumpy, her lover sat her on the edge of the bed. With a hairdryer in one hand and a brush in the other, she began gently drying Earn’s hair.
The sound of the dryer filled the room, but the atmosphere was warm and intimate.The brunette worked methodically, her fingers threading through the damp strands with practiced ease. Occasionally, she’d lean down to press a soft kiss to the top of Earn’s head, just because she could. “You’re beautiful,” the brunette whispered with fondness.

Earn raised her head, her gaze meeting Fahlada’s warm, brown eyes. The gentle love and unspoken care radiating from them made her chest tighten, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. The emotions overwhelmed her, and with a muffled groan of embarrassment, she buried her face against Fahlada’s stomach, hiding from the intensity of the moment.
Fahlada chuckled softly, her hands still deftly working through Earn’s damp hair. Her fingers moved in soothing, circular motions on her scalp, an action so tender that it made Earn lean into her touch despite herself. “What’s up, love?” Fahlada asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a touch of teasing.
Earn hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper as she muttered into the fabric of Fahlada’s shirt, “You’re too good.”
The sincerity in those three words, paired with Earn’s vulnerable tone, made Fahlada’s heart swell. She paused for a moment, her fingers resting lightly on Earn’s head, before smoothing a few stray strands with gentle precision. “You deserve the best, Earn,” she replied, her voice soft yet unwavering, like a quiet promise.
The blonde didn’t lift her head, still pressed firmly against Fahlada’s stomach, but her shoulders relaxed further, melting into her girlfriend’s embrace. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she murmured, barely audible, but the words carried so much weight.
Fahlada smiled, her hand moving to cup the back of Earn’s head, her thumb brushing lightly against her temple. “You exist,” she said, her tone playful yet tender. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“I’m blessed,” Earn finally admitted, her voice softer now, her words almost shy.
Fahlada laughed lightly, the sound warm and musical. “No, love. We’re blessed.”

Soon, Fahlada clicked the dryer off and ran her fingers through the blonde’s now-fluffy hair. “All done. You look adorable.”
Earn glanced at herself in the mirror and groaned. “I look like a dandelion.”
Fahlada wrapped her arms around Earn’s shoulders. “You’re perfect.”
Earn huffed but didn’t push her away.

As Fahlada finished drying Earn’s hair, she set the hairdryer aside, her movements calm and methodical. She stood, intending to return it to its place, but just as she turned to leave, Earn’s hand shot out and gently grabbed her wrist.
“Baby,” Earn murmured, her voice soft yet filled with longing.
The sudden vulnerability in that one word made Fahlada pause. She glanced down at Earn, her dark eyes meeting the blonde’s gaze. Earn’s cheeks were still flushed, partly from the warmth of the bath, partly from her shyness, but the emotion in her eyes was impossible to miss.
Fahlada tilted her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hmm?”
Instead of answering right away, Earn tugged lightly on Fahlada’s hand, pulling her closer until the brunette was standing directly in front of her. Earn’s other hand came up to rest lightly on Fahlada’s waist, her touch gentle yet insistent.
“Stay,” Earn whispered, her tone almost pleading.
Fahlada’s brows knit together in concern, though there was no missing the affection softening her features. She crouched down to Earn’s level, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. “Earn, I’m not going anywhere,” she reassured her, her thumb grazing Earn’s cheek. “I’m just putting the dryer away.”
Earn shook her head, her hand tightening ever so slightly around Fahlada’s waist. “It’s not about that,” she murmured. Her lips quirked into a shy, almost sheepish smile before she admitted, “I just… I want you closer.”

She blinked in surprise, her breath catching as her heart melted at the quiet, vulnerable admission. The soft warmth of Earn's voice seemed to linger in the air between them, pulling her closer. Without thinking, Fahlada leaned in, her forehead pressing lightly against Earn's, the closeness making her pulse quicken. For a moment, they simply breathed in each other's presence, the world outside fading into the background.
"Can you kiss me?" Earn asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but thick with longing. Her tone was warm and tender, already leaning toward Fahlada, as if she couldn’t wait any longer.
Fahlada's heart twisted. She loved Earn with a depth that sometimes felt like too much to carry. But at this moment, she could see the subtle exhaustion in Earn's eyes, the faint flush of fever still clinging to her cheeks. She gently cupped Earn's face, her thumb brushing over the soft skin of her lover's jaw, feeling the heat beneath it.
"You’re sick, love," Fahlada whispered, her voice thick with concern. She couldn't help but look down at Earn’s lips, the temptation pulling at her even as worry lingered in her chest. Her lover's warmth, her tenderness, was almost too much to resist, but she knew they had to take it slow.

Earn pouted, her lips trembling slightly as her gaze moved in a slow deliberate way between the brunette’s eyes and her lips, her desire palpable in the way her breath hitched. “Baby, please,” she whispered, the word coming out as a soft, pleading request. Her fingers tightened gently around Fahlada’s waist, pulling her closer, as if trying to draw some of the warmth from her touch.
Fahlada felt the pull—her heart giving a little flutter at the raw vulnerability in Earn’s voice. She had always known that Earn’s soft, earnest pleas had a way of reaching deep into her, but seeing her like this, fragile and feverish, made the blonde even more irresistible.
If the brunette had known that, despite being sick, the power Earn had over her would remain as strong as ever, she might have prepared herself better. But no amount of mental preparation could ever shield her from the way Earn made her feel—every inch of her body, every beat of her heart, responding to the blonde's quiet need. She wasn’t sure whether it was the fever or something deeper, but all she knew was that resisting Earn now felt impossible.

The older’s breath caught as she looked down at Earn, who seemed almost too vulnerable, yet so beautifully magnetic in her need. The heat radiating from her body was undeniable, and the softness of her voice, the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, stirred something deep within her. She had always thought she was strong enough to resist anything, but when it came to the blonde… this was different.

“Earn…” Fahlada’s voice trembled, caught between a sigh and a whisper, raw with emotion. Her fingers gently cupped the blonde’s flushed face, her thumb gliding over the fevered skin as though the delicate touch might somehow shield them both from the weight of everything else. “You’re not well,” she murmured, her breath catching as their faces drew closer.
Earn’s lips quivered, her body leaning into the warmth of Fahlada’s touch, eyes darkened with a mix of longing and desperation. “I know,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “But I need you. Just… just one kiss.” The words were barely more than a breath, spoken against Fahlada's lips, sending a shiver down her spine. The plea was quiet, almost fragile, yet it was the one thing that shattered the thin barrier Fahlada had built around herself. She couldn’t refuse her.
There was no strength left to hold back. No reason, no will to fight it.
“Just one,” Fahlada whispered, her voice raw, before her lips crashed softly against her lover’s. The world around them seemed to blur, all sounds and worries fading as she lost herself in the kiss.
Was it just one? Of course not.

The act that had been sweet at first didn’t remain that way for long. Fahlada should have known—her girlfriend’s lips were like a drug, irresistible and addicting. The way they moved, slow and teasing, sent a shiver through Fahlada, clouding her thoughts. Her heart raced, each soft brush of Earn’s lips making it harder to think, harder to breathe.
When Earn’s lips parted slightly, Fahlada’s mind faltered. Her body took over, acting without hesitation or reason. Without a second thought, Fahlada leaned in and bit Earn’s bottom lip, the sharpness of the movement pulling a low, breathy moan from her girlfriend’s throat. The sound was like fire, sparking something deep inside Fahlada, igniting a wave of desire she couldn’t suppress.
Earn’s moan reverberated through her, each breath mingling with the warmth of Earn’s skin, and Fahlada’s resolve—what little had remained—evaporated in an instant. She was lost in the moment, caught in the intoxication of Earn’s closeness, the need she inspired.
It was almost terrifying how easily Earn could unravel her, make her forget everything but the pull between them.

Fahlada’s lips moved with deliberate torment, leaving her lover dizzy and overwhelmed. Earn’s head spun as the intoxicating sensation overtook her, and when Fahlada finally pulled back, Earn gasped for air. But the brunette didn’t allow her a moment’s reprieve. Her hand gripped the blonde’s hair, pulling her closer with unyielding strength, forcing Earn to steady herself against her. A soft moan escaped Earn’s lips—unbidden, surrendering—and it only seemed to ignite Fahlada further.
Before the sound had fully faded, Fahlada’s lips were on hers again—relentless, hot, demanding. The kiss was deep and possessive, each sweep of Fahlada’s tongue claiming Earn with a deliberate precision that left her breathless. For a moment, Earn forgot the weight of her illness, her drained body overcome by the heat that Fahlada ignited. Every motion of the brunette’s tongue was calculated, unraveling her completely, until all that remained was the fire between them.
Earn trembled, unable to match Fahlada’s intensity. Her fingers dug into the brunette’s arms—not to push her away but to anchor herself in the storm of desire. Though seated, she could barely keep her balance, her fevered body burning under the heat of her girlfriend’s touch. Each stroke of Fahlada’s tongue carried unspoken promises, pulling Earn deeper into an all-consuming need that obliterated everything else.
Fahlada’s hand tightened in Earn’s hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, and a faint whimper escaped the blonde’s throat. The sound seemed to stir something primal in Fahlada, fueling her urgency. Her lips pressed harder, her movements more demanding, as though trying to claim every ounce of Earn’s energy. In that perfect, dizzying rhythm, Fahlada gave and took—leaving Earn trembling and breathless, utterly lost in her embrace. She could feel Earn’s weakness beneath her, the way the younger girl’s body trembled with every shift of their mouths, yet there was something intoxicating in that fragility. It made Fahlada want to devour her completely.
But even through the haze of desire, Fahlada felt the flicker of concern. Earn’s body was so warm, fevered, trembling beneath her touch. It wasn’t just the kiss that left the blonde breathless—it was the illness that had taken root in her, wearing her down, draining her strength with each passing moment. The weight of it tugged at Fahlada’s chest, though she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Not yet.
The kiss broke, but only for a moment. Their foreheads touched, breath mingling as they gasped for air. Fahlada’s lips brushed lightly over Earn’s, tasting the salt of her skin, lingering with the quiet desperation that both terrified and exhilarated her.

“You said only one,” the brunette gasped, her voice strained and raspy. The sound only made Earn smile more, her own breath shaky as she leaned closer, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. “Baby,” she murmured, the word wrapping around Fahlada like a soft, intoxicating spell.
The brunette whimpered in response, her body instinctively leaning forward for more, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. But Earn’s teasing words stopped her. “I didn’t do anything. You did it all.”
At those words, Fahlada’s eyes widened in sudden realization. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, warmth creeping up to her ears as the weight of her own actions hit her. She pulled back, suddenly aware of how far they had gone. “It’s your fault,” she mumbled under her breath.
Earn laughed softly, the sound light but full of mischief. “But again, I didn’t do anything,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with playful amusement as she watched Fahlada take a step back, the brunette’s flustered expression only making the moment feel more intimate.
Fahlada crossed her arms, a small frown crossing her face, but there was no real anger in it—only the warm embarrassment of someone caught up in the passion of the moment.The brunette knew she wouldn't be able to resist again. How could she, when Earn had that look in her eyes—the one that made everything else fade away?

Without saying another word, Fahlada pouted just slightly as she turned over, with crossed arms “I’m going to make you tea,” she whispered before disappearing toward the kitchen.
Her mouvements were slow, deliberate, as she prepared a warm tea for Earn, the quiet intimacy of the act grounding her after the whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the kitchen, the steam rising from the cup, felt comforting—a small balm for the fluttering chaos still buzzing in her chest.

Soon enough, the two lovers found themselves in bed, the soft rustle of sheets the only sound in the stillness of the room. But even then, Earn couldn’t resist teasing her, a playful glint in her eyes as she stretched lazily against the pillows. Fahlada glanced at her, unable to hide the warmth that flooded her chest. Earn’s teasing smile only deepened the look in her eyes, one that spoke of devotion and longing, as though Earn herself were an answered prayer.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch between them, filled only with the soft weight of their shared silence and the pull of their connection. Fahlada’s gaze lingered on the blonde, a quiet promise reflected in her eyes, before she settled beside her, the two of them wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

The good news was that by the next morning, Earn had made a full recovery. She wasn’t just feeling better—she looked completely rejuvenated, as if the illness had never touched her. Her energy was back, her smile was bright, and she practically glowed with vitality. The bad thing, however, was that this time, Fahlada was the one who had fallen ill.

“And how did you get sick?” Bow asked, her brow furrowing as she sat down beside her friend’s bed. “I mean, you’re always so cautious about germs and everything, so—”
She trailed off when she heard Earn chuckle unexpectedly from the corner of the room.
“Yeah, tell us, how did you manage to catch something?” Earn teased, her tone light.
Fahlada’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she groaned, sinking further into her pillow. “Leave me alone,” she mumbled weakly, pulling the blanket up over her head in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Now, the downside of having a girlfriend who was a future dermatologist, a passionate socialist, and the heir to one of the largest healthcare organizations in Thailand was probably all the responsibilities that came with it. And by responsibilities, Earn specifically meant the unplanned, often chaotic schedules that seemed to dominate Fahlada's life.
It was the end of the school year, and after months of juggling her studies and her relationship, Earn was eager to finally have some quality time with her girlfriend. She’d been dreaming of a vacation for the two of them—something special to unwind and connect without the constant interruptions of Fahlada’s busy life. So, Earn planned a whole program to make sure they could be together: 1) a trip back to Thailand to visit family and friends, and 2) a quiet, intimate getaway just for the two of them.
Earn had been saving up for months—skipping meals out, cutting back on her usual shopping sprees, and even picking up extra shifts at work. She was determined to give her hardworking girlfriend a relaxing break. That’s exactly why she had booked airplane tickets for two weeks in Japan, a place they had both always wanted to visit together. The anticipation of surprising Fahlada with the trip filled her with excitement.
Everything was finally settled, and Earn couldn’t wait to share the plans. That afternoon, she was at the summer market with her friends, walking past colorful stalls and inhaling the sweet smells of street food. The sun was high, and the air was warm, but Earn’s heart raced as she talked animatedly about the vacation she had planned for her girlfriend.
“Damn, girl, you’re really something else,” whistled her roommate Bianca admiringly as she picked out a fresh bouquet of flowers. “Now I know why you’ve been skipping your usual shopping trips.”
Earn flashed a proud smile and shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I hope she’s going to like it,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “I’m so excited to give her the tickets!” She couldn’t help but bounce on her toes, barely able to contain her happiness.
Bianca pretended to wipe a tear from her eye, grinning mischievously. “Well, if she doesn’t want them, I’ll happily devote myself and take them off your hands,” she joked, placing her hand dramatically on her chest. “I mean, I’d be doing you a favor.”
Earn laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“Hey, she loves you too much to refuse anything you do—or give her,” Bianca replied with a wink.
Ana, who had been quietly listening, chimed in with a knowing smile. “Like the time we were in a completely different city for the festival, and you called her because you were exhausted. Girlie drove two hours to get you, pulled up out of nowhere, with a blanket, comfy clothes, and snacks in her car, all because she didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Remember that?” Ana mimicked Fahlada’s serious tone, adding, “I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.”
Earn grinned sheepishly, remembering how she had texted Fahlada in the middle of the festival, feeling too tired to keep going. Within, Fahlada had appeared, like a miracle, ready to take care of her. She was always so considerate, always putting Earn’s needs above her own.
Bianca laughed and added, “Or when she keeps ordering flowers for you every two weeks, even though she’s allergic to them. I swear, she’s like the walking definition of selflessness.”

“Oh, oh, remember how she used to wear shorts every single time you went on a date just because you said you liked them?” Bianca interjected, her voice dripping with amusement. “But seriously, what did you even do to her to make her treat you like a princess? It’s not normal!”
Earn leaned back with a smug grin spreading across her face. “Not gonna tell you,” she teased, crossing her arms and tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. Her playful huff, accompanied by an exaggerated pout, only made the other girls more curious.
“Oh, come on!” Bianca pressed, while Ana, simply leaned closer, wide-eyed and intrigued.
Earn sighed theatrically, as if granting them an audience with her was some great favor. “Alright, alright,” she said, her grin widening mischievously. “Since you’re so interested, I’ll tell you what I told her. Come here.”
The three girls immediately leaned forward,her roommate clutching a cushion in anticipation while Bianca narrowed her eyes, suspicious but eager. They hovered close, as if Earn was about to share the secret to life itself.
“So,” Earn began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her tone laced with dramatic flair. She glanced around the room, as though someone might overhear, drawing the moment out. Finally, she said, “I told her… she has a pretty smile.”
The room was silent for a beat. Then Bianca’s face twisted into disbelief. “That’s it? Seriously? Just that?”
Earn sat up straighter, her smirk growing impossibly wider. “What? Did you expect some grand romantic gesture or something?” she shot back with faux innocence. “My face did all the work after that. I mean, come on, look at me—I’m gorgeous.”
She punctuated the statement with a dramatic flip of her hair, her eyes gleaming with the kind of exaggerated confidence only her could pull off.
Ana let out a soft snort, trying to suppress her laughter. Bianca, on the other hand, groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.

The girls watched as she sashayed out of the room, her blonde hair bouncing perfectly with every step, her departure as insolent as her words.

Later that evening, Fahlada finally made her way home. The weight of the day clung to her shoulders, but the thought of seeing her lover made her steps a little lighter. No matter how exhausting her day had been, there was always a spark of joy waiting for her at the end of it.
As she opened the door, her eyes immediately found Earn. The blonde was standing in the living room, scrolling idly through her phone, but the moment she saw Fahlada, her face lit up with a smile that seemed to brighten the entire room. Fahlada paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on the way Earn’s eyes shone with delight and how her golden hair seemed to glow in the warm evening light.
Earn walked toward her with a bounce in her step, her arms already outstretched for a hug. Fahlada felt her heart skip a beat as she watched her approach, happiness radiating from her like a comforting flame. As soon as they embraced, Fahlada closed her eyes, letting the familiar scent of Earn’s perfume and the soft warmth of her body wash away the tension of the day.
It was moments like this that made everything else fade into the background. Fahlada held her a little tighter, not ready to let go. The news she’d received earlier had drained her, left her feeling heavy, but all of that began to melt away in Earn’s arms.
She pulled back just enough to look into Earn’s sparkling eyes and whispered, “I just needed to see your smile.” And there it was again—the radiant, effortless smile that made her forget every worry, every ache, every ounce of tiredness.
For Fahlada, coming home wasn’t just about the place. It was about this. It was about Earn.

“Ten days?!” The blonde interjected, her voice sharp with disbelief as Fahlada recounted her day. “You’re going for ten days?!” she repeated, her wide eyes fixed on her girlfriend as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “You’re going to Paris in two days?!”
“I know, my love,” Fahlada sighed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “I didn’t want to go, but the guy who was supposed to attend the conference and check on the stock for the new European firm just canceled on my dad. He asked me as a last resort.”
Her tired expression softened Earn’s frustration almost instantly. The blonde studied Fahlada’s face carefully, noting the dark circles under her eyes and the way her shoulders sagged with fatigue. Yes, she was upset about the sudden trip—ten days felt like an eternity—but seeing Fahlada like this, so drained and worn, made her heart ache more than anything else.
Without a word, Earn moved closer to where Fahlada was seated at the kitchen table. She knelt down in front of her, taking the brunette’s hands gently into her own before pressing soft kisses to them. Then she leaned forward and kissed Fahlada’s forehead tenderly, her touch warm and reassuring.
“Come on now, baby,” Earn said in a soothing voice, brushing a stray strand of hair from Fahlada’s face. “I’m going to run you a bath, then give you a massage. After that, we’ll eat something light, and then we’ll cuddle in bed. Sound good?”
Fahlada managed a small smile, her eyes glistening with gratitude. She didn’t have the energy to respond with words, but the way her body relaxed under Earn’s touch said everything.
Earn stood up and gave her a soft, encouraging smile. “Let me take care of you tonight,” she murmured. And Fahlada knew that, at least for a little while, everything would feel okay.

As the news came, almost without realizing it, she found herself dragging her feet through the streets of Paris, heading to the various meetings her dad had assigned to her. Strangely, she didn’t mind it; in fact, she liked it. It was low-key fun to attend conferences and take action in person for the family business.

As fun it could be, she missed Earn. She missed the way Earn’s laughter could brighten even the gloomiest day, the warmth of her touch, the comfort of her voice at the end of a long day. She longed for their quiet dinners together, the way their hands fit perfectly when they held each other, and the peace of falling asleep beside her.
The first week in Paris was manageable, a period of adjustment where she busied herself with work and the novelty of her surroundings. The blonde and her kept in touch religiously, calling each other as often as time zones and schedules allowed. Those moments were a lifeline, filling the gaps that the distance created.
But as the days stretched on, especially in the last three, the loneliness became more pronounced. She found herself lingering on Earn’s messages, replaying her voice notes, and clutching onto small reminders of her. The bustling city felt quieter without Earn’s presence, and even the work she enjoyed felt hollow without someone to share her triumphs and struggles with.
She missed Earn in ways words couldn’t quite capture—her laugh, her scent, the warmth of her arms. She missed her so much it ached.

And as the other day, she was sitting by the window of her Paris hotel room, the familiar ache of missing her other half tugged at her heart. The final meeting of the day had gone smoothly—better than expected, even—but the relief was fleeting.
It was early evening now, and instead of a quiet night to herself, she found out that the shareholders she’d just finalized a deal with had scheduled a dinner at one of Paris’s fanciest restaurants.
Did she want to go? Not even a little.
Would she go anyway? Of course—she had no choice.
With a resigned sigh, she pulled herself off the couch and began getting ready. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror as she carefully selected an outfit that balanced professionalism with elegance. She slipped into a tailored dress, her fingers smoothing the fabric, but the act felt mechanical. Her heart wasn’t in it.
Then, just as she was brushing her hair, her phone buzzed on the table. The moment the familiar ringtone filled the room, her lips curved into an involuntary smile. She didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was.
She quickly picked up, and the screen lit up with the one face she longed to see most. “Hi, baby,” she said softly, her voice carrying the warmth and love she felt.
Her girlfriend’s face lit up the screen, her golden hair catching the light from wherever she was, and her playful smile never failed to make Fahlada’s heart skip a beat. “You’re beautiful,” Fahlada whispered, blushing, unable to help herself. Her voice was barely audible, as if saying it louder would somehow diminish the moment.
The blonde chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. “You’re beautiful too, ma’am,” she teased, her tone playful as her gaze shamelessly traveled over Fahlada’s appearance. There was a glint in her eye that made Fahlada’s blush deepen. “Where are you going all dressed up like this?” she asked, curiosity laced in her voice.
Fahlada sighed, the sound carrying all the reluctance she felt. “The shareholders decided the team should go to dinner tonight,” she explained, brushing her hair one last time. “And, being the ‘organizer,’ I have to attend.” She emphasized the title with a dry tone, clearly unenthusiastic about the obligation. “I’ve to go in 35 minutes.”
Her girlfriend tilted her head, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips. “I feel you baby. You’d rather be anywhere else, huh?”
Fahlada nodded, sinking onto the edge of the bed for a moment, the frustration evident in her posture. “I’d rather be with you,” she admitted, her voice softening.

“I miss you,” the blonde blurted out. The confession was raw, unfiltered, and hung heavily in the silence that followed.
On the other side of the screen, the brunette’s expression shifted. Her warm brown eyes darkened with a mix of longing and emotion, her lips pressing together as if trying to hold back the flood of feelings her lover’s admission had unleashed.
“I miss you too, love,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of all the days and nights they’d spent apart.
The blonde leaned closer to the camera, her smile both playful and affectionate. “How much?” she asked, her tone light yet teasing, her head tilting slightly as she studied the brunette’s reaction.
Fahlada couldn’t help but laugh at the question. It was such a simple thing to ask, yet it made her heart swell. She stretched her arms out as wide as they could go, her body half off-screen as she declared, “This much!” Her exaggerated gesture earned a delighted laugh from the blonde, whose grin only widened.
“And what do you miss about me?” the blonde asked, her tone both curious and mischievous, her eyes narrowing just slightly as if plotting something.
The question hit Fahlada with unexpected force. She froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as her mind raced. “Everything,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced down at her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
“Everything?” the blonde echoed, her brow quirking up as if amused by the vague answer.
Fahlada nodded shyly, her voice quieter this time. “I think about you all the time.” Her confession was soft, unguarded, and so heartfelt that it made her heart race. She couldn’t bring herself to look directly at the camera, as if her girlfriend’s gaze might burn straight through her.
That only seemed to spur the blonde on. Her lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. There was something about seeing her usually composed lover so flustered that sent a thrill through her.
“All the time?” she purred, her voice dropping to a lower, more suggestive tone that made Fahlada shift nervously in her seat.
The brunette’s eyes darted back to the screen, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to keep her composure. “Yes… all the time,” she admitted, though the way she said it made it clear she already suspected where the blonde was heading.
The blonde leaned back slightly, her smirk widening as she played up her curiosity. “I’m curious,” she said, her voice laced with mock innocence, her fingers idly twirling a strand of her golden hair. “What exactly are you thinking about?”
Her tone was playful, but the intensity of her gaze told a different story. She was enjoying every second of watching her lover squirm, the shy blush deepening on her cheeks. Fahlada groaned softly, covering her face with one hand, but the blonde only laughed.
“I’m waiting,” she teased, her voice a melodic mixture of affection and mischief.

“Your smell… your perfume,” Fahlada began, her voice barely above a breath, soft and almost trembling. She didn’t dare look at the camera, her eyes focused somewhere off-screen as if the confession might be easier if she avoided her girlfriend’s gaze. “I think about your lips,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “how soft they are…”
She paused, her breath hitching as a visible shiver ran through her body. “And how much I miss kissing you,” she finished, the last words almost inaudible, yet they lingered heavily in the air between them.
The blonde’s eyes darkening several shades as a wave of emotion washed over her. She leaned closer to the camera, her voice low and deliberate as she asked, “What else?”
Fahlada hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if the words were caught in her throat. Her hands fidgeted nervously, twisting the hem of her dress in her lap. “I think about your laugh,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost wistful, as though the memory of it alone brought her comfort. “About your eyes…” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she let out a quiet, shaky breath.
Her hands suddenly flew up to her face, covering it in embarrassment as her words grew bolder. “And… about how much I miss feeling you,” she admitted, her voice so faint it was barely audible.
The blonde’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching as she watched Fahlada squirm in her seat, clearly overwhelmed by her own vulnerability. A soft, knowing smile tugged at the corners of the blonde’s lips.
Fahlada peeked through her fingers, her brown eyes meeting her girlfriend’s intense gaze. The raw emotion she saw in the blonde’s expression made her heart skip a beat. “You don’t know how much I miss you too,” she said, her tone steady but laced with longing, her gaze fixed on the screen.
“How much I want you near,” she continued. “You don’t even know the way you make me feel so desperate.” She darkly chuckled.

“If you knew how many times I’ve found myself hugging, clutching, using your clothes,” she shamelessly said , “just to feel closer to you. Just to feel better.”
A soft, broken whimper escaped the brunette’s lips as she tightened her grip on the sheets beneath her. Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling as if she were trying to steady herself against an invisible force. “W-what do you mean?” she managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper.
Earn leaned in, the air between them growing charged. A teasing, almost predatory smile curved her lips, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

Earn’s smile deepened, her gaze never leaving Fahlada as she inched even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to caress the space between them. “What do I mean?” she echoed, drawing out the words like a tantalizing secret. “I mean that the thought of you… the way you breathe, the way you move, the way you say my name…” She trailed off, her eyes flickering with a heat that sent shivers down Fahlada’s spine.
Fahlada’s heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she was certain Earn could hear it through the screen. Her lips parted to speak, but no words came, only a faint, shaky breath as Earn’s voice carried on, low and teasing.
“Do you know how much it drives me crazy?” Earn continued, her tone soft but laced with undeniable intensity. “How I wake up in the middle of the night wishing it were your hands instead of my own, wishing it were your voice saying all those sweet little things I only ever hear in my dreams?”
Fahlada gasped softly, her grip on the sheets tightening. Her fingers curled into the fabric as though it were the only thing keeping her grounded in the moment. “Earn…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“And how are you making this harder,” the blonde continued, her voice dripping with playful cruelty, “looking this good? Being this cute?” Her piercing gaze lingered on the screen, a teasing smile tugging at her lips as she watched her lover unravel before her. There wasn’t an ounce of pity in her expression—only smug satisfaction as she took in every subtle shift in Fahlada’s body, every flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.
Fahlada’s chest rose and fell unevenly, her breaths shallow as a warm flush crept up her neck and cheeks. Her fingers curled into the hem of her dress, the delicate fabric crumpling under her grip. It did nothing to ground her, nor did the way she crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly together in a futile attempt to quiet the storm Earn had stirred within her.
“Love,” she finally murmured, her voice low and trembling, thick with longing and barely restrained need. Her brown eyes darted toward the camera, meeting her girlfriend’s intense gaze for only a second before skittering away, as if the weight of her stare was too much to bear.
Earn tilted her head slightly, her blonde hair catching the light as her teasing smile widened. “Hmm?” she hummed, her tone deceptively innocent. “What’s the matter, baby? You look like you’re struggling over there.” Her voice was a perfect mix of mischief and affection, and the sound of it only deepened the ache in Fahlada’s chest.

The brunette’s breath hitched at Earn’s words, the heat in her cheeks spreading like wildfire. “You’re evil,” she whispered, her tone somewhere between frustration and yearning. Her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap, and she dared another glance at the screen, only to find Earn still watching her with that maddeningly smug expression.
Earn laughed softly, the sound low and velvety. “Am I?” she asked, leaning closer to the camera as if trying to close the distance between them. “Or am I just honest? You’re the one making this so much fun, squirming like that for me.”
Fahlada let out a soft whimper, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress tighter. “Stop it,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, though the way her body shifted restlessly in her seat betrayed how much she was affected.
“Stop what?” Earn countered, her lips curving into a grin that was equal parts teasing and predatory. “Telling you how good you look? How much I wish I could reach through this screen and touch you?” Her voice dropped lower, her gaze smoldering. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
Fahlada’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn back to the screen, to the intensity in Earn’s gaze that held her captive. “You’re so unfair,” she finally managed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Earn chuckled, her laughter rich and warm. “Life’s unfair, baby,” she said softly, her tone turning more serious. “Like how I have to settle for this screen when all I want is to feel you in my arms, to hear your voice whispering in my ear instead of through this damn speaker.”
The shift in her tone sent a shiver down Fahlada’s spine.
“Like how much I’ve imagined your tongue—”
“Love!” the brunette moaned, her voice breaking as a wave of heat coursed through her. She hadn’t realized the younger woman could push her to this point, could make her body react so intensely with nothing but words. Her legs trembled slightly, the tension in her muscles betraying her growing vulnerability. A thin sheen of sweat began to form on her skin, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
“… your tongue going down,” she growled, her voice low and ragged, each word heavy with need as she gave in to the overwhelming sensations overtaking her.

“You need to stop that,” Fahlada said shakily, her voice cracking slightly as she fought to regain control over her body. Her breath hitched, a mix of frustration and undeniable desire swirling inside her. She tried to focus, but Earn’s words and proximity made it almost impossible to think clearly. “I-I’ve got a meeting, and—”
Earn cut her off, her voice smooth and playful, but there was a dark edge that lingered beneath. “That’s right,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she leaned in just a little closer, her presence overwhelming. “My baby has to go in this state, hmm? All flustered and worked up…” She let the words hang in the air, savoring the effect they had on Fahlada.
Fahlada’s heart pounded in her chest, and she instinctively tried to gather her composure, but it was slipping away. She shifted uncomfortably, her legs pressed together in a desperate attempt to quiet the feelings surging through her. Her palms felt clammy, and the flush on her cheeks deepened, betraying her flustered state.
Earn's smirk widened as she took in every little movement, every slight shift in Fahlada’s expression. “What will you tell all your little audience when they ask why you look so… needy?” she continued, her voice rising just a fraction, making Fahlada’s stomach flutter. The teasing lilt in Earn’s words was impossible to ignore, each syllable dripping with playful dominance.
Earn stepped back slightly, her gaze never leaving Fahlada’s flushed face. Her lips parted in a soft chuckle, but there was something darker in her eyes now—a glint that sent a shiver down Fahlada’s spine. “Will you tell them it’s because you miss your girlfriend?” Earn pressed, her voice soft but laced with an undeniable heat. “Because you need her so badly you can hardly think straight?”
The brunette’s body tensed, her hands trembling slightly as they gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles going white. Every nerve in her body seemed to flare with the intensity of the moment, and she found herself unable to speak, only able to feel the weight of Earn’s words settling heavily around her.
Earn’s eyes softened, but the playful, teasing smile never left her lips. She was enjoying this too much.

“I need you,” the brunette whimpered, her voice breaking as she struggled to keep herself together. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive with yearning. Her panty was damp, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she shifted slightly, trying to find relief but only finding more tension. She felt so close to the edge, her legs trembling with the effort to remain upright. She was certain that if she stood, they would give way beneath her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
“Love, please,” she breathed, her words ragged and pleading as she met her lover’s gaze, her eyes wide and desperate. “Do something about it… or stop,” she begged, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she took. Her hands gripped the edge of the seat, her fingers digging into the wet fabric in an attempt to ease herself, but it was no use. The sensation building inside her was overwhelming.
“Because I won’t make it,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but heavy with the rawness of her need.

“I can’t decide whether I want to make you wait, or give you what you need right now.”
The blonde said watching her lover with pleasure. “Please,” Fahlada whispered trying to undone herself. Earn leaned back, her arms folded across her chest as she gazed at the trembling woman on the other end of the call. The sight of Fahlada unraveling so completely before her, even through the barrier of a screen, sent a rush of heat through her. Her lips curled into a smirk that spoke of satisfaction and restrained desire.
“Look at you,” the blonde said softly, her voice dipping into a deeper timbre, sending another shiver racing down Fahlada’s spine. “So needy, baby. Do you even realize how beautiful you are like this? Begging for me? ”
Fahlada’s breath hitched at the words, her eyes flickering between the screen and her own reflection in the corner of the video. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her lips were parted slightly, swollen from the nervous bites she'd given them.
“I can’t—” Fahlada started, but her voice faltered as Earn raised a single finger, a silent command to stop.
“You can’t what, darling?” Earn pressed, her words slow and deliberate, meant to tease. “Can’t stop thinking about what I’d do to you if I were there? Or is it that you can’t bring yourself to focus on anything but me right now?”
A whimper escaped Fahlada’s lips, and she shook her head as if trying to shake away the thoughts clouding her mind. But Earn wasn’t about to let her escape.
“I want to watch you,” Earn commanded suddenly, her voice firm but laced with a seductive undertone.
Fahlada froze, her eyes widening at the suggestion. “Earn, I—”
“Shh.” Earn’s tone was soothing but left no room for argument. “No one can see you. It’s just me. Just your girlfriend who knows exactly what you need.” Her eyes burned into Fahlada’s, the connection between them electric even through the screen.
Fahlada hesitated, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the hem of her dress. Her body betrayed her resistance, her need winning out over her logic. Slowly, she allowed her hand to trail down, her breath quickening with every inch.
“That’s it,” Earn murmured, her gaze unwavering as she watched her lover’s every move. “Good, baby. Now, tell me… how does it feel to do what I say?”
Fahlada’s lips trembled, her voice barely audible. “It feels… it feels like you’re here,” she admitted, her tone laced with vulnerability and raw emotion.
Earn chuckled, low and throaty, her satisfaction evident. “That’s because I am. Always here. Always yours. Now don’t stop, baby. Let me see you fall apart for me.”
The tension between them grew thicker with every passing second, the intimacy of the moment transcending the distance. Fahlada’s fingers moved hesitantly at first, but with Earn’s guiding voice coaxing her, she surrendered completely, her body arching as she let go of the last of her restraint.
Earn’s eyes darkened, her own desire mounting as she drank in the sight of her lover.
“I miss you,” Fahlada whispered, her voice a trembling thread as her fingers curled once again, mimicking the movements she had memorized from Earn’s touch. Her breath hitched, a soft moan slipping past her lips as her body responded instinctively. “I miss you so much,” she repeated, her words breaking into a whimper as the heat pooling inside her grew unbearable.
Her eyes fluttered shut, every nerve focused on the sensation building in her core. The slick, rhythmic pressure sent waves of pleasure through her, drawing her closer and closer to the brink. She felt herself losing control, her mind consumed by thoughts of Earn—her touch, her voice, her presence.
“Look at me, baby,” Earn’s voice cut through the haze, low and commanding, yet laced with tender need.
Fahlada’s eyes snapped open, and she met the smoldering gaze of her girlfriend through the screen. The sight stole the air from her lungs. Earn’s expression was dark and predatory, her lips slightly parted as she watched every movement with shameless intensity. Her eyes roamed over Fahlada’s flushed face, her heaving chest, and the tremor in her hands as they worked tirelessly.
The sight sent a shiver racing down Fahlada’s spine, making her fingers curl again, this time involuntarily. Her body clenched around them, a desperate, throbbing ache building deep within her. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly as the sensation overwhelmed her. “Earn…” she breathed, her voice breaking as her free hand gripped the sheets beneath her, searching for any kind of grounding.
Earn tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Let me see you. Don’t you dare look away.”
Fahlada’s breath came faster, shallow and uneven, as she struggled to obey. Earn’s gaze was relentless, drinking in every tremor, every flush of color across her skin with a cruelty that only heightened Fahlada’s arousal. The way her girlfriend’s eyes never wavered, never left her, made her body burn with both embarrassment and unbridled need.
Her fingers curled once more, the motion drawing a choked moan from her lips as her core gripped them tightly, almost too much to bear. “I—I’m close,” she stammered, her voice high and unsteady, her thighs trembling as she teetered on the edge.
“I want to see how prettily you come for me,” Earn murmured, her voice like a caress, her smile widening as she watched Fahlada fall apart. “Show me who you belong to.”

And that was it. That’s all it took. With a final curl of her fingers and the weight of Earn’s commanding gaze, Fahlada shattered, her body trembling violently as the release washed over her in waves. A broken cry escaped her lips, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she came down, utterly spent.
Earn didn’t miss a moment. Her eyes remained locked on Fahlada, watching every quiver, every breathless gasp. The satisfaction on her face was undeniable, her lips curving into a slow, wicked smile as she took in the sight of her lover undone.
Fahlada lay sprawled on the bed, utterly wrecked. Her hair clung to her damp forehead in messy strands, her makeup smudged around her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Her body felt like it had melted into the mattress, the tension replaced with a bone-deep exhaustion. Her breaths were uneven, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself.
A shiver ran through her, sharp and lingering, as the weight of what had just happened settled over her. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of how she had so thoroughly given herself over, how Earn had pulled her strings with such effortless precision—even through a screen.
“You’re… so evil,” she whispered finally, her voice weak but tinged with something between admiration and disbelief. She tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyes finding Earn’s on the screen once again. The words barely formed on her lips as she added shakily, “Y-you—”
But the brunette couldn’t finish. The intensity of her emotions—desire, vulnerability, and the lingering remnants of her climax—kept her words trapped in her throat. Instead, she just lay there, staring at the screen, helplessly under Earn’s spell even now.
Earn’s smile widened, her voice low and longing as she replied, “So beautiful ,baby.”

Her eyes softened, brimming with love and affection as she gazed at the screen. “You have no idea how much I’m in love with you,” Earn whispered, her voice tender and full of emotion. “How much I love you.”
Fahlada felt her heart swell, her chest tightening with the weight of Earn’s words. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, her phone buzzed. A notification popped up—a message from one of the shareholders.
Her heart dropped as she read it: “When will you be joining us?”
Panic set in as her gaze flicked to the clock. Her eyes widened in realization. She was late.
“Oh crap,” she exclaimed, scrambling to her feet “I’m late she whispered in hurry. But the moment she tried to stand, her knees buckled, weak from everything she’d just been through. She stumbled, her legs giving out beneath her as she clung to the edge of the bed for support.
On the screen, Earn burst into laughter, the sound rich and full of amusement. “Baby,” she teased, her voice filled with playful mischief, “you’re a mess.”
Fahlada shot her a halfhearted glare, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she tried to steady herself. “This is your fault!” she protested, though the corners of her lips twitched with a small, embarrassed smile.
Earn only laughed harder, shaking her head. “Go handle your meeting, baby. But don’t think for a second I’ll let you forget about this later. I love you”
“I love you too my love,” Fahlada whispered before hanging up.
Once again she goes, without forgetting watching herself on the mirror. And gosh, she looked worn out.

The brunette groaned. It was certain now—she had to change clothes again, not to mention redo her hair and makeup. Her legs were still numb, and she could feel the remnants of her earlier arousal clinging to her underwear. “What did you do to me?” she whispered, barely recognizing her reflection in the glass.
She didn’t have much time. Her phone was already buzzing, and she knew it was probably the businessmen and women waiting for her. “I’m doomed,” she muttered, hurriedly preparing herself again, all the while cursing under her breath. Despite her best efforts, her mind wandered back to her lover and their earlier actions—far more than she wanted to admit.
Well she did was late, but luckily, they didn’t ask for reason.