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Mia felt the tree bark rough behind her back. She leaned back and beckoned for Luna to come to her.

“Listen,”

Luna said, voice rough. “You don’t have to… I mean, there are no expectations here.”

Mia laughed. “Expectations are what I deal with best,”

she said. “But you’re right, no expectations here. Nothing but… us.”

She watched Luna in the moonlight, the way her shirt moved as she breathed, the way her hair gleamed. And she was breathless with it all. Breathless with the night, the moon, breathless with the sound of the brook, the heat of the air. Breathless with the woman standing in front of her.

But still, it took everything she had to hold out her hand.

Luna took it, twining her fingers in between Mia’s, and Mia pulled her closer. Close enough that she could feel Luna’s hips bump against her own. Luna groaned. “Mia…”

“Luna,” Mia said.

“Don’t make fun of me,”

said Luna. Her hips were pushing into Mia’s. “Don’t make fun of me and don’t… don’t make me…”

“Don’t make you what?”

Mia said, sliding one hand up to the warmth of Luna’s neck. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, I swear that.”

Luna gulped, and Mia felt the movement. “That’s not what I meant,”

she said huskily.

“What did you mean, then?”

Mia asked, letting her fingers sink into Luna’s curls, bringing her just a touch closer.

It was entrancing, this feeling. The pulsing between her legs, the beating of her heart, the sweat on her skin. It was all so hypnotic and powerful, she wanted more of it, thought she might explode if she didn’t have more of it.

“It’s just that…”

Luna blew out a breath as Mia’s other hand dropped to her waist. “Control is not one of my finer points,”

she practically groaned.

“I don’t remember asking you to be in control,”

Mia said, her hand dancing over the curve of Luna’s waist. “I don’t remember asking for anything. Yet.”

She let the final word linger as, with shaking hands, she delicately undid the bottom button of Luna’s shirt.

Luna’s hand went to Mia’s leg, clamped down on her thigh, and then slowly, slowly began to move up, taking the thin sundress with it. Mia moaned as she felt the roughness of Luna’s palm against her skin, and suddenly she could take it no more.

She grasped Luna’s chin firmly in her hand and looked her dead in the eye. “I want this. I want you.”

Luna bit her lip. “Now,”

Mia added, almost threateningly.

And Luna’s confidence came back, Mia could see it in her eyes, could see naughtiness twinkling there. “Now, eh?”

Luna said.

Now both hands were on Mia’s thighs, and her back was against the tree, and Luna had lifted her skirt, and her legs were shaking as Luna reached up, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her underwear, and pulled it down with one, smooth movement.

There was a burning inside Mia. A heat that she’d never felt before. Something that was out of control, terrifying, and demanding. Luna’s fingers delicately stroked the skin of her thighs and then, slowly, began to part Mia’s legs.

The whole time, Mia was looking into Luna’s dark eyes, watching as they got darker, watching as Luna fought to control her breath.

Then her legs were parted and Luna was stepping closer, pushing herself against Mia’s body, and Mia was moaning as the hard material of Luna’s shorts grazed against her.

Luna swooped in for a kiss, lingering and long, until Mia pressed up against her and it became desperate and wanting.

Fingers were on her dress, undoing the top few buttons, exposing her breasts to the night air. Mia gasped at the unfamiliar feeling and then, anxious for Luna to feel as good as she did, shakily undid Luna’s shirt buttons.

For an instant, Luna was standing in the moonlight, breasts bare and silky golden, dark curly hair messy, looking almost dangerous, her lips swollen and eyes heavy-lidded.

Something broke inside Mia. “Please,”

she whispered. “Please. Now.”

The burning was getting hotter, hot enough that she was worried it wouldn’t end, that she would feel like this forever, forever on the edge of something.

Then Luna was chuckling, dipping her head, skirting her tongue over Mia’s nipple. Mia gasped and Luna sucked, a shot of electricity going all the way to Mia’s core.

“Now,”

Mia said. It was becoming the most important word in her vocabulary. “Now. Now.”

Luna looked up at her, maintaining eye contact as she lowered herself to her knees, forcing Mia to look down at her.

“You’re sure?”

Luna asked.

“Now,”

said Mia. “God, now.”

She took a breath, and it hitched in her stomach, forcing her to take another and another, and then she was almost panting as Luna’s hair brushed against her inner thigh. And then Luna’s lips brushed against her inner thigh. And then Luna’s fingers were parting her, her thumbs holding her open, so that Luna’s tongue could delicately, gently touch against her.

For a moment, Mia thought she might take flight.

She leaned back against the tree, fighting to control her breath, fighting to control anything.

But Luna was already at work, already drawing lazy circles around her center with her tongue, already making Mia’s legs shake even more, pushing herself forward, until one of Mia’s legs was over Luna’s shoulder and she had better access.

And Mia thought she had never felt like this before. Probably no one had ever felt like this before. This deep, animal longing, wanting. Because if people ever felt like this, then why on earth would they ever do anything else?

She gasped and Luna’s fingers gripped her inner thigh and then moved upwards. Up until they were stroking at Mia’s entrance and Mia was almost weeping with the sensation of it all.

Then her breath wouldn’t come at all.

Then she was pressing back against the tree and forward against Luna’s mouth and down onto Luna’s fingers, and her body was coming apart at the seams trying to hold everything in. Until it couldn’t.

And with tiny, breathless screams, her core clamped down over Luna’s fingers and light exploded behind her eyes, and her body became the center of the entire universe for a solid thirty seconds.

“Jesus,”

she said, when she could speak.

“Jesus,”

echoed Luna, looking up at her with eyes like dark, deep pools.

“Can’t. Stand,”

Mia said, sliding her back down the tree until she was sitting on the ground, Luna between her legs.

“That good, huh?”

said Luna, looking proud of herself.

And that cocky smile got her, got her right in the stomach. Mia’s fingers stroked down Luna’s torso, fingernails scratching slightly, pausing to pinch at nipples and hear a gratifying intake of breath.

“Turn over,”

she growled.

Luna didn’t have to be asked twice. She turned, so that she was sitting with her back against Mia’s front and then Mia’s arms reached around her and carefully, deftly, found what they were looking for.

“Straight to the point,”

Luna mumbled.

“Be quiet,”

ordered Mia as her middle finger slipped right inside Luna, pulling wetness back out with it, and then pressing against Luna so that she cried out.

Mia grinned as she felt Luna’s hips buck against her. “Straight to the point,”

she whispered in Luna’s ear.

She had no idea what she was doing. But with Luna positioned like this, all she had to do was do what she would do to herself. Which is exactly what she did, swirling her finger, occasionally dipping in, teasing Luna’s entrance.

So close to what she wanted to do to herself that she could almost feel it. That she could feel it. The heat was building up in her again, wetness pooling between her legs, so that she had to press her hips up, pressing herself against Luna’s back even as Luna groaned and pushed herself against Mia’s fingers.

The warmth of her, the wet silkiness of her, it was more than Mia could stand. She inhaled deeply, trying to maintain control, drinking in the leathery scent of Luna and the smell of the trees and the night and the stream beside them.

And then Luna was breathing harder until she wasn’t breathing, until she was suspended there between Mia’s legs for what felt like an hour but was probably only seconds. Until she was leaping over that edge and calling out Mia’s name and shaking and quivering so that Mia held her tight, just in case she was cold.

“Jesus,”

Luna said, as she collapsed back between Mia’s legs.

“Indeed,”

Mia said dryly.

“That…”

began Luna.

“Shhh,”

Mia said, shuffling down, rolling until they were side by side in the soft grass, Luna’s shirt wide open, her shorts unbuttoned, Mia’s dress rolled up above her hips.

“Shhh,”

mimicked Luna, leaning in, touching her lips against Mia’s until Mia had to grab her curls and pull her closer.

“Jesus,”

groaned Mia again, breathing into Luna’s mouth this time.

“Just me,”

Luna said, and Mia could feel her grin.

“Nope, of all things, we take this seriously.”

Luna snorted. “What makes you think I’m not taking this seriously?”

“Your stupid jokes,”

retorted Mia.

“Don’t be deceived, oh, fair maiden,”

said Luna. She raised her head, twisting them both, so that she was on top of Mia. “I’m taking this very seriously. Very, very seriously.”

Mia’s mouth dried up, which was odd because there were other areas of her body that weren’t at all dry. “Are you?”

Luna began to move, wriggling a little at first so that Mia thought she was playing around, but then finding her spot, settling her thigh between Mia’s legs.

“Do you not think I’m being serious enough?”

she asked, looking down at Mia.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m undecided,” she said.

Luna pressed her thigh against Mia’s wetness, and Mia groaned involuntarily. “I can always move if you think I need to. I mean, if you think that I’m not serious enough…”

Mia pushed her hands onto Luna’s waist, steadied her, pulled her in, forced herself up against Luna’s soft skin, the sensation making her see stars. “Luna…”

And Luna grinned down at her, beginning to move slightly, starting to thrust, apply pressure, so that Mia’s pulse throbbed through her whole body. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere,”

Mia growled, before she closed her eyes and let the feelings come all over again.