Netflix and Chill [F25] [F25] [Lesbian] [Fingering] [Aftercare]

Real love isn’t about flowers, restaurants or even jewellery. Real love is knowing what someone needs, and giving it to them, before they even ask.

It was Friday night, and I’d had one of those weeks. The kind that didn't just drain you, they left you hollow. 

No wine-and-gossip. No heels-and-lipstick.

Just sweatpants and silence. Takeout and television.

I opened the door and was hit by the scent of something warm and familiar. Thai.
I followed it into the kitchen, and there was Amy, barefoot in leggings, arranging containers on the counter.

“What’s all this?”

She didn’t even turn around. “I figured you’d need this tonight.”

God.
How did she do that? Just... know?

My heart skipped. She just gets me. And I love that.

“How about this,” she said, finally looking at me. “You go have a shower. This’ll wait.”

The shower was heaven. Steamy. Private. Rinsing the week off my skin.
And the Thai? Amazing. Spicy and sweet with the right amount of heat.

But it was still there.
That knot in my chest. The tension coiled in my shoulders like a spring. I was fed. I was clean. I was home.
And still, I felt wound tight.

Something in me needed to let go.

We made our way to the couch. It was warm beneath us. Amy's thigh was lightly pressed against mine, her toes tucked under a blanket and her arm draped casually behind my shoulders.

On the screen in front of us was my guilty pleasure, Orange is the New Black. Women kissing, moaning, pressing against prison walls in slow, desperate heat. I pretended to be interested in the plot, but Amy’s body was the real distraction. 

Amy didn’t say anything. She just leaned in, her lips brushing the skin just below my ear, soft and slow, like she was tasting me instead of kissing me.

I trembled and felt the unravelling begin.

My breath caught. “What are you doing?” I whispered. 

“I’m appreciating,” she murmured. Her lips moved lower, down the curve of my neck.

I never thought much about my neck. It was just… there. For necklaces. Or ponytails. But at that moment, it might as well have been my clit. Every time her mouth dragged softly across my skin, her tongue barely grazing, I felt my legs press together sending shock waves through my body.

She kissed the dip where my collarbone met my throat, then let her teeth scrape just a little. I gasped. Her lips curved in a smile I could feel against my skin.

And then her tongue traced the rim of my ear. She nibbled the lobe, and my hips shifted without thinking. There was something wild about it, something unbearably hot in how delicate it was. Like she knew exactly how to make me fall apart without even undressing me.

Except… she was undressing me. Sort of.

Her hand slipped beneath the blanket, beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. No rush. Just warm fingers against the line of my belly. I froze. Or melted. Maybe both.

“You okay?” she asked, voice like honey.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Her fingers dipped lower, easing past my underwear. She found me already wet and smiled again, pressed against my shoulder. “God, Jade.”

She started slow. One finger, sliding between my folds, stroking gently, just enough to tease. My back arched. I pressed into her hand. She slid in another finger and I shifted my angle. Her thumb circled my clit with devastating softness.

It wasn’t rushed. Amy knew how to build things. She curled her fingers, and I swore under my breath. I felt her find that spot and everything tightened inside me. The rhythm of her touch, the curl, the press, the slick slide and slow drag,  turned into heat and electricity.

Then she picked up the pace, her fingers driving into me faster, deeper.

I slid my hands under my shirt, found my nipples already hard, aching for attention. I pinched them, and the jolt went straight to my core.

I spread my legs wider on the couch, completely open to her. A moan escaped before I could catch it.

Amy leaned in again, her tongue flicking over my earlobe as her fingers worked faster inside me. I whimpered. I was close.

I felt how wet I was, slickness coating her fingers, slipping down the curve of my ass. The sound of it made my cheeks flush.

I bucked my hips, grinding into her hand as she moved with me, thrust after thrust pushing me higher.

I buried my face in her neck, moaning into her skin. “Amy… fuck…”

“Come for me,” she whispered, kissing my cheek. “I want to feel you.”

I did. Hard. My thighs trembled, and I clutched at the couch cushion, trying not to scream as everything inside me clenched, then spilled out in wave after wave.

Amy held still, let me ride it, her fingers soft but still inside me.

I finally sagged back into the couch, flushed and panting, but finally unwound. All the tension in my shoulders, gone.

Amy leant over and kissed the side of my head.

Then she pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth. Looked me in the eye and sucked them clean, like she was savoring dessert.

I stared. Still breathless. Still burning.

I kissed her hard, tasting my pussy on her tongue.

The screen in front of us kept playing, another scene flickering by but I barely noticed.

“You want me to…?” I asked softly, reaching for her.

She shook her head, smiling. “I’m a giver, baby,” she said. “Watching you come like that? That’s plenty for me tonight.”

I laid on her chest, feeling the rhythm of her breathing and listening to the beat of her heart. My eyes got heavy as I started to drift off to sleep, undone and content.