AXELLE, however hard her heart was beating, wouldn't allow herself to jump to conclusions.

She wasn't sure what Geneva had meant by going to bed, but she accepted the invitation. Geneva's hand was warm and inviting, unlike Axelle's almost frozen palms. She saw Geneva flinch from the cold contact, but all she did was hold Axelle's hand tighter as she lead her back inside. The warmth from Geneva thawed Axelle's entire body.

It felt like Geneva and Axelle had gone back in time, as they slowly crept up those stairs together. There were some creaks that weren't there before, which could be contributed to the years they've been away, or the weight they gained since they were kids... but they did their best to tip toe around those.

Jackie was awakened by the few creaks in the stairwell, yet she allowed herself to settle back into bed. Everyone in this house was grown now. It wasn't Jackie's job to patrol them anymore. She found it funny that whoever was up, was still trying to sneak their way across the house. It brought her back in time as well.

Geneva had lead Axelle up to her bedroom, letting her in before closing the door behind them. The most frustrating thing about this home was the fact that Sherlene didn't allow locks on the doors. That proved a challenge to comply with then, but it was most definitely going to be a challenge to comply with now. Geneva turned to face Axelle who was just a few feet away from her. She could see Axelle's eyes studying her. Trying to analyze the situation, and determine whether Geneva was serious.

But Geneva was. She was far past the point of being serious. She allowed herself to draw closer to Axelle, closer to this taller woman in hopes that it would give her the last final nudge.

And it did.

Axelle wasted no time closing the distance between the two girls. She pulled Geneva into her, bending down to connect their lips. The cold had left Axelle's lips near frozen, but there wasn't a part of her that Geneva couldn't warm. It was an instantaneous moan that was released from Geneva as she felt this slender woman against her. She tugged Axelle closer, unaware of how desperately she had wanted this until now. Axelle felt that same pull she had nine years ago, but they were no longer kids. This was different from before.

This was more.

Axelle yanked the fuzzy robe off Geneva's shoulders, wanting better access to the entirety of her. She hadn't even realized she was stumbling back towards the bed, until she felt the mattress against her calves.

Geneva gently nudged her back further, refusing to pull her lips away as the collided onto the mattress. The old rickety frame wasn't anywhere near as supported as it used to be. Both girls heard one of the frames supportive beams snap under their combined weight, but the rest of the bed seemed to manage. That made Geneva break away slightly, with a heavenly soft laugh.

She was rested on top of Axelle now, with her legs on either side, straddling her. Axelle's hand moved to her waist, feeling the soft warm curves of Geneva, against her now defrosted fingers. Geneva fit perfectly in them. She fit perfectly against Axelle. "If we haven't woken Jackie up yet, I'm almost positive we have now." Geneva joked just a few inches away from Axelle. It was still too difficult to fathom how a person, any person, could look as beautiful as this older woman. Especially for someone who never really gave a rats ass about her appearance, to begin with.

"Well I guess there's no point in tip toeing." Axelle replied with a grin Geneva hadn't seen in years, as she suddenly flipped their position on the bed. Axelle was now on top, looking down at Geneva's perfect complexion.

Her sexual drive came to a halt, as she took into consideration Geneva's moment of vulnerability tonight. "We don't have to- We probably shoul-" Axelle started to say, but Geneva cut those words off with her lips. She lifted herself up, holding onto that kiss for a lingering moment before she eventually pulled away. The words Geneva said next, made Axelle's entire being ache with need.

"Don't make me beg." Geneva whispered.

That was all Axelle needed. She bent down, capturing Geneva's lips once more, but this time the kiss was far more intense. This time, Axelle had brought her own needs forward, wanting to show Geneva just what she wished she could have shown her through these years. Axelle's fingers pulled up on Geneva's pajama shirt, yanking it over her head. It revealed a delicate black lace bra that delivered a beautiful contrast to her pale freckled skin. Axelle inhaled sharply, full appreciating every bit of Geneva's curvaceous body. First her lips attached themselves to Geneva's neck, kissing slowly down the extruded bit of her collarbone. When she reached the spot on her chest, right above her left breast, Axelle sucked a little harder.

That made Geneva's entire body shudder beneath her. Axelle pulled away before she could leave too intense a mark. She didn't want to get carried away, yet the sweet smell of that familiar lavender overcrowded her senses. She allowed her fingers to trail along the delicate lace instead, slipping underneath Geneva as they worked on unfastening the clasp in the back.

One great trait about being being a woman, was that Axelle possessed the skills to unhook the back almost effortlessly, with just a few fingers. When she slid the seductive fabric off Geneva's shoulders, Axelle almost lost breathing capabilities entirely.

How could anyone cheat on this? How could anyone even entertain such a ridiculous thought? Axelle thought to herself.

Her hand cupped Geneva's full breasts, as she dipped down to take one nipple between her teeth. That made Geneva's body arch up unexpectedly.

Geneva released a moan that had been fighting for freedom since Axelle first touched her tonight. She couldn't stop her growing urges, nor did she want to. Tonight, she wanted every last bit of Axelle- like at any moment, she could disappear between her arms.

The hand that was cupping Geneva's left breast, slowly moved further down her soft skin. Geneva's legs had started to squirm with anticipation as Axelle slid her hand into Geneva's fuzzy pajama pants. It momentarily made Geneva wish she had worn something a little sexier tonight, yet Axelle would argue that Geneva in footie pajamas was quite possibly her sexiest state. As Axelle's fingers slipped under the waistline, she could feel the thin silk material of Geneva's underwear. It acted as the only barrier between her, and the rest of this perfect woman.

Watching Geneva unraveling below her made Axelle feel things she didn't know was possible.

Axelle rubbed against her core, feeling for that sweet spot. The spot that would make Geneva pant her name. When she found it, her fingers pushed the bulb of Geneva's clit lightly, feeling this woman between the tips of her cool fingers. That made Geneva release a more struggled moan, as her opening started to grow slick with need.

"Is it okay if I-" Axelle started mumbling against Geneva's chest. Geneva didn't even wait for the entirety of that sentence, before she gave Axelle an eager nod. At this point, Geneva was putty in this woman's hands.

Axelle gently pushed the thin layer of now damp silk to the side, feeling the pool of moisture there as her fingers tenderly rubbed against Geneva's soft entrance. Her other hand was holding Geneva's breast, with Axelle's tongue swirling dangerously around the taught nipple. Geneva's hands grasped at the blanket around her, preparing herself for what was to come next.

Axelle pulled away from Geneva's chest, to capture her lips again. She tugged on Geneva's bottom lip with her own, before lightly grazing her front teeth along the inner lining. This was when Axelle slid her first finger into Geneva.

The slickness leaking from Geneva's entrance, made Axelle's entire body skyrocket to unimaginable temperatures. Geneva was starting to lose control over the moans that managed to slip past her lips, regardless of how quiet she knew she needed to be. Axelle connected her lips to Geneva's neck, adding a second digit inside between the junction of her thighs. Those two fingers worked in a curving motion, feeling for a different type of bulb. This was near Geneva's entrance, and when the tips of of Axelle's fingers rubbed against Geneva's bundle of nerves, Geneva's legs bound themselves around Axelle.

"I- Axelle- fuck-" Her words were barely coherent, but those uncontrollable moans, and faint breathing told Axelle everything she needed to know. As her middle and index fingers curled quicker against Geneva's walls, Axelle pushed her thumb up against the now swollen clit, causing Geneva's back to completely arch off the bed again.

Those fingers continued to curly into her, not letting up even after legs began to shake uncontrollably against the sides of Axelle. When she reached her heightened climax, that intense orgasm tightened her inner walls around Axelle's fingers. Axelle felt every contract as intimately as she possibly could.

It's almost felt like a sin to remove her fingers from such beauty, but Geneva had other plans.

Geneva wrapped her arms around Axelle, pulling the woman down to collapse into her completely. The grip she had on Axelle's frailer body was strong, a lock Axelle wasn't sure she could wiggle her way out of if she wanted to... but she didn't want to, Axelle thought.

"I want to touch you too." Geneva whispered against the side of Axelle's head. Axelle chuckled lightly into her neck. That caused yet another shiver to run through Geneva.

"I'd like that... but if I'm being honest with you, I'm downright exhausted." Axelle told her truthfully. She was still running off of what little sleep she had acquired the previous night. Geneva slowly released her death grip on Axelle, allowing her to correct their position on the bed. Axelle was quick to pull Geneva into her.

The same way she had done on a night much like this one... all those years ago.

With Axelle's chin rested comfortably above Geneva's head, the fresh scent of lavender seduced her senses.

Geneva could already feel the enticing pull of sleep, though it was against her will. She wanted to stay present like this. She didn't want the troubles of tomorrow, to ruin the euphoria of tonight.

"Will you stay this time?" Geneva asked quietly... unsure if this was still reality, or just one perfect dream.

Only morning would tell whether she had dreamt, or heard Axelle reply with a "Yes."

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Fin

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