The first time they...

“Nice moves.” Carson jumped, almost dropping the pan. 

“Fuck.” Greta laughed. “I was actually about to wake you up. I started some plain pancakes but I have various fruits and chocolate chips, if you’d like.” 

“Chocolate chips are fine.” 

“Comin’ up!” Carson smiled at Greta as she mentioned the beverages she also had before setting a plate in front of Greta. 

“Do you have any plans for the day?”

“Actually, I have to pack and get notes ready for a presentation that I’m giving in New York. I leave Tuesday.” Carson looked impressed. 

They finished eating and Greta mentioned that she should probably head home. She was sad to see her leave, but Greta promised to be Carson’s when she got back from New York. Carson walked her outside and wanted to see if it was true that they were an item. 

“So, before you leave, do you remember last night? What we had said on the couch?” 

"Hmmm. Maybe..." She put her arms around Carson's neck and gave her a silly little grin before giving her a kiss. 

*****

“Fuck. Carson, right there!!” Carson had Greta pushed against the shower wall with a leg lifted in her arm. She had installed a safety bar for shower sex that Greta had her white knuckles around as she fucked Carson’s fingers. “Oh my god. Right there!!” Carson had her whole body against Greta’s, her mouth attacking her collarbone. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!!” Carson’s thumb found Greta’s clit. “God damn it Car, I’m gonna fucking come.” She loved how vulgar Greta got.

“You’re my good girl Greta. So beautiful, fucking my fingers. You’re so tight around them. Fuck.” Carson started thrusting as hard as she could. “I wonder how well you’d take a strap for me. I bet I’d fit so well, you taking all of me at once.” Carson felt the orgasm starting and pulled her fingers out and quickly replaced her thumb with her tongue. 

The sound of Greta’s screams reverberated and as soon as she let go, Carson inserted her tongue and felt Greta’s warm release in her mouth.

Carson put Greta’s leg down and stood up to face her girlfriend of 4 months. 

“You’re mouth is going to be the death of me.” 

“There are worse ways to die.” Carson was smug as a mother fucker right now. 

They got out of the shower and dried off, deciding to forgo clothes. Greta grabbed the comforter off of Carson’s bed and made her way to the living room. Carson followed shortly, naked and towel drying her hair. She went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and glasses. Greta put on some romantic comedy that Carson put up with just for Greta. She knew this and thought it was cute. 

“Looking a little cold there Carse.” Carson’s nipples were peaked and Greta couldn’t help herself. She pulled Carson by her hips and put the left nipple in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth made Carson moan and when Greta started to suck, she pushed Greta’s head into her chest. 

She let go and pulled Carson on top of her, having Carson straddle her with her knees on either side of her hips. 

"My turn." Greta whispered into Carson's ear before gently nibbling the cartilage. She had her left arm around Carson's waist as her right hand dipped between them. "Goddamn, Carson." Greta inserted her middle and ring finger and curled them. She pulled them out and felt Carson dripping onto her lap. "Is that what fucking me does to you? You get off by feeling me clench around your fingers." She inserted her fingers again and her thumb found Carson's clit. She leaned her forehead against the top of Greta's and started to shake, she wasn't going to last long. 

"Gret...fuck. You feel so good insi...inside m,m,me." Greta curled her fingers and Carson let out a moan that came from deep within her body. Greta was getting wet all over again. 

"You know Car, you said something about me taking a strap for you." Carson moaned again.

"And I would love to take it for you. Me riding you, dripping down the whole length. You behind me, thrusting so hard that it makes you on edge." 

"Clo...I'm so close. Fuck Greta, don't stop." 

"Come for me Carse. Come for me. Be my good girl." Carson nodded her head and grabbed Greta's face in her hands. Greta felt her clench and drip down her hand as she went limp against her. She was breathing hard and her mind was foggy but there was one thing that she wanted to say. Carson and Greta both wanted to say it actually but were both too scared. They wanted to say 'I love you'. 

****

Two months later, Carson was staying the night Greta's, they were on the couch as Greta was sitting on one of Carson's knees. They were both still clothed, wearing sweatpants, having a 'lazy' Saturday afternoon. She was grinding against her leg and started to feel warmth but it wasn't the same as arousal. She had started her period and it went through to Carson's leg. 

"Oh my god, Carson. I'm so sorry." Greta was embarrassed as she stood up, noticing the pool of blood on Carson's favorite sweatpants. She ran to the bathroom, slamming the door before Carson could say anything. Carson could hear her crying. Knowing that she was embarrassed, she went to her dresser and found a clean pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She also found a pair of her own briefs that she had stolen from Carson's 2 weeks ago. She took off her own pants and sprayed them with a cleaner to sit before throwing them in the washer. 

"Hey Greta, can you let me in please?" She heard a small shuffle and Greta answered the door, eyes red. "I brought you clean clothes, but before you put them on, why don't you take a shower. Would you like me to get in with you?" 

"You're...you're not mad? I ruined your favorite pants." 

"Why would I be mad? They're just pants, they can be replaced." She was serious and Greta's heart melted. "Give me your clothes and I'll throw them in the washer while you get started on that shower."

"Will you get in with me?" Carson shot her a soft smile.

"Of course. I'll be right back." 

When she came back Greta was in the shower, her legs were stained red, it was a heavier flow than usual. 

"Can I wash you?" Greta nodded and Carson was gentle, placing soft kisses on Greta's neck. Greta winced but it wasn't at Carson's touch.

"Sorry, cramp." 

"You finish. I'm gonna go put on some tea for you. Which rom-com would you like to watch?" Greta let out a small giggle which made Carson laugh. They stood there in the warm water, looking into each other's eyes when Carson felt the moment. 

"Why are you so good to me Carson?"

"Because you deserve it. And because, Greta Gill, I love you." She could see Greta's eyes fill.

"I love you too, Carson Shaw." They shared a deep kiss before Greta got another cramp. 

"Let me take care of you." Carson smiled as she got out of the shower. Greta had never felt like this in years, since before Dana left. She truly felt loved.