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“You sure there’s enough?”

“I have leftovers I can eat if there isn’t.”

“All right. Harley keeps asking about Rebel. Apparently everyone in her class is silly and boring.”

Grinning, Miranda waited as Tori walked to the car to get Harley. Once they were all inside, the house seemed so much warmer than it had before, so full of life. Miranda sat in the middle of the couch most of the night, Tori on her right and the girls running around before settling in for a second movie.

The girls fell asleep on each other, Harley stretched out with Rebel curled up against her side. Miranda touched Tori’s knee to get her attention and pointed at them. Tori cringed.

“I hate to move them.”

“Me too,” Miranda murmured. “Rebel hasn’t been sleeping well lately.”

“Harley either. Must be something in the air.”

Miranda hummed. “Come with me.”

She didn’t wait as she stood up and left the girls sleeping. The last thing she wanted to do was wake them up and have to deal with cranky kids. She needed the break. It had been so long since she’d talked to another adult who didn’t need something from her. No employee, no parent, no sister. She started down toward the hallway, Tori right behind her. She didn’t want to talk though. She wanted to forget all the stresses she had today. Sighing, she stopped when they reached the entry to the hall.

“Miranda?”

What was she supposed to say? Yes, let’s fuck. I need your fingers inside me? She dropped her gaze to Tori’s breasts, imagining their firmness in her palms. She had missed that recently. It had been too long since they’d taken from each other, and that was exactly what she wanted.

“Stay the night,” Miranda said confidently. She stepped in closer, pushing Tori’s back against the wall, their breasts brushing together through fabric. Reaching up, she curled her hand around Tori’s neck and then trailed it down over her chest lightly. “Let the kids sleep, and stay.”

“Miranda…” Tori trailed.

Pulling her lip between her teeth, Miranda couldn’t stop looking at Tori’s mouth. She wanted to kiss her, to lose her thoughts in an embrace that she knew could do that. She needed to be distracted from the thoughts weighing on her.

“What are we doing?”

“Fucking,” Miranda whispered. “Preferably on a bed with a locked door between us and small children.”

Tori chuckled lightly. “That’s not what I mean.”

Miranda knew that. But she ignored every warning bell going off in her head, preferring to listen to Tori’s words and give her a truthful answer. Lifting her hands, Miranda reached for the edge of her shirt, taking the chance. She pulled it off, clutching it tightly in her fingers as she leaned into Tori’s body.

Tori clasped her hips, pulling her in tighter and looking over Miranda’s shoulder, no doubt trying to see if either of the girls had woken up yet.

“Miranda.” This time her name was a growl.

Before she could say anything, Tori’s mouth was against hers. Their tongues tangled as Tori flipped them, pushing Miranda against the cold wall and shoving her thigh between Miranda’s legs. This was exactly what she had wanted. Everything. Tori, her willing body, and something that wasn’t going to hurt.

Miranda carded her fingers through Tori’s hair, tugging on the tie holding it up so that her dark locks cascaded around her shoulders, curling wildly now that it was set loose from its confines. Pure chaos tightly controlled. Tori palmed her breast and ground against her. Miranda groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut as she focused on everywhere Tori touched.

“Thank god you came over tonight.” Miranda sucked on Tori’s neck, scraping her teeth as she pushed her hands up under Tori’s shirt. “I don’t know what I’d be doing without you here.”

“Co-sleeping.”

Miranda chuckled. “Probably.”

Tori kissed her cheek, then behind her ear, then rocked her hips hard. Miranda’s breath left her as pleasure coursed through her. “We should probably get to your bedroom.”

“Mm-hmm.” Miranda agreed, but she didn’t want to move at all. She wanted Tori to stay plastered against her and never leave. She gripped Tori’s ass, keeping her right where she was and pressing her crotch down harder onto Tori’s thigh. If she did that enough, maybe she wouldn’t fall apart.

Tori had Miranda’s bra off, her lips closed around Miranda’s left nipple. Working her hands between them, Miranda undid the button on Tori’s jeans and slid her hand between her skin and the barriers of fabric. Tori was already wet, her slit hot against her fingers. She pressed two fingers, knuckle deep, into her, swiping and teasing as best she could with the awkward position they were in.

Tori bit into Miranda’s shoulder, keeping her moans to a minimum at best. Miranda kept the pattern going, rocking each time Tori’s body involuntarily jerked. She must be closer than Miranda thought she was. Turning her cheek, Miranda caught the lobe of Tori’s ear between her teeth and sucked, flicking her tongue rapidly.