The Tchaikovsky Affair (14 page)

“
Mmm, Shannon,” Jackie breathed, running a hand through the blonde’s hair.

Shannon
lifted her head up to draw Jackie into a searing kiss, while repositioning herself so that she was sitting with one of Jackie’s legs in between her own. She moaned into Jackie’s mouth as she rocked her pelvis against Jackie’s thigh. Leaning most of her weight against Jackie, Shannon pulled Jackie’s other leg up over her hip. They both groaned loudly as their slick cores slid into each other. Shannon continued to roll her hips into Jackie, as she reached back with one hand to balance them. Jackie bucked her hips into Shannon’s, trying to match her rhythm.

As
Shannon leaned forward, craving the feeling of Jackie’s naked skin against her own, Jackie fell back on her elbow, allowing them more access. There was nothing delicate about their sloppy thrusts; it was simply a visceral manifestation of the passion that was still as strong a year later. Feeling her own impending orgasm, Jackie used her free hand to speed up Shannon’s pleasure. She ran her thumb along Shannon’s quivering thigh, before dipping it into her folds and putting pressure on her clit.

“Oh god,
Jackie…I’m so close,” Shannon hissed at the extra contact. She threw her head back as her muscles quaked and waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her thrusting became more irregular as she lost full control of her actions. However, this irregularity was enough to send Jackie over the edge of her own orgasm as well. They gently ground into each other, trying to ride out the last remaining seconds of intense pleasure.

Her breathing once more stabilized,
Shannon pushed back and slowly untangled her legs from Jackie’s. She winced as her knee screamed out in pain. They would probably pay for this in the morning, but it was so totally worth it. Jackie opened her arms to welcome the blonde to cuddle beside her.

“I love you,”
Shannon said, content and sated.

Jackie
placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and squeezed the smaller woman into her body in reply.

After a few moments of gentle caresses and light kisses,
Jackie asked tentatively, “Do you ever regret that moment?”

“What moment?”
Shannon asked, lifting her head to search Jackie’s eyes for some indication of Jackie’s thoughts.

“Oh, you know, the moment when you kissed me in front of thousands of people and got us both fired.”

Shannon chortled at Jackie’s mockingly accusatory tone, before taking a deep breath and seriously pondering the appropriate response.

“Not for one second.”