Personal heater (Anarcia)
Marcia could stay here forever, Anetra’s lithe frame pressed against her back, face buried in her neck as she snored softly. It still felt like a dream, something she had imagined for so long but never truly expected to happen. But here she was, curled in Anetra’s arms, warm skin against warm skin. Anetra shifted, snuggling impossibly closer, warm breath tickling at the hairs on the back of Marcia’s neck.
Marcia moved carefully, not wanting to wake Anetra. Not when she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. She turned in her arms, facing the girl beside her, taking a moment to admire her naked figure; all smooth lines and gentle slopes, tanned skin and intricate tattoos. She let her fingers ghost along the lines of the butterfly that she had spent the past few hours kissing and biting and panting against. The memory sent a jolt of pride through her, knowing that she was the one who got to touch her like that, to make her feel that good. Hopefully, this would just be the first time of many.
Marcia’s stomach let out a pitiful growl and she sighed, fingers moving up to brush against Anetra’s lips before she leaned down to ghost a kiss. “I’ll be right back,” She murmured, albeit there was no need since Anetra was still fast asleep. She carefully extracted herself from Anetra’s grip, rolling out of bed and making her way towards the kitchen.
She knelt down in front of the fridge, shivering slightly at the cold air on her bare skin.
“Marcia?”
Marcia jumped slightly, getting to her feet and turning to come face to face with Anetra, clad in a silky red robe that was draping off her shoulders and covering nothing.
“What are you doing up?” Marcia asked gently, closing the fridge and stepping over to close the distance between them, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Anetra chased after the kiss, strong hand coming to hold the crook of Marcia’s waist.
“My personal heater went away,” She murmured against her lips. Marcia laughed softly at that, pressing her body against Anetra’s.
“Well we can't have that. I wouldn’t want you to be cold,” Marcia breathed out, arms moving to wind around Anetra’s neck.
“Exactly, it’s essential you come back to bed. I’m sure we can find something fun to do to keep us warm.” Anetra smirked. Marcia rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling back so she could start towards the bedroom.
“I have a few ideas.”