Atlas hadn't planned on falling so hard. But with every passing day, she found herself captivated by Demitra in ways she hadn't anticipated. She loved everything about her: her radiant skin, her wild curls, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes, her brilliant, challenging mind, and that unfiltered laugh that Atlas was determined to bring out as often as possible. Demitra had a way of making her feel completely seen and understood, and it was exhilarating. It wasn't just that Demitra was gorgeous—though she was, breathtakingly so—it was the way she lit up the room, the way she always kept Atlas on her toes, sparking something in her that she hadn't felt before.

Atlas was deep in thought, sprawled on Demitra's bed, when Demitra walked back into her bedroom, holding a small, leather-bound book.

"Baby," she called softly, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Atlas looked up, raising an eyebrow as she watched Demitra settle in her lap, her face alight with that look that always drove her wild. "Ye?"

Demitra held up the book, a small, mischievous glint in her eye. "Can we try something?" she asked, curling her arms around Atlas's shoulders, settling closer.

Atlas grinned, trailing her hands along Demitra's sides as she looked up into her eyes. "I mean, I've given you head already, so I don't think I'd be weary of trying something."

Demitra laughed, her cheeks tinged pink. "Not quite what I was thinking, but good to know," she teased. Opening her book, she flipped to a page, showing Atlas a neatly written list of "types of kisses" she'd apparently been wanting to try for a while. She looked at Atlas expectantly, her eyes bright.

Atlas read through the list: Eskimo, Neck, Tongue, Lip bites. She chuckled, glancing back up at her girlfriend. "You been planning this for a while, huh?"

Demitra shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though her smile betrayed her excitement. "Maybe."

Atlas grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit closer. "Well, no time like the present."

Demitra leaned in slowly, the warmth between them intensifying as she brought her lips close to Atlas's. She brushed her nose lightly against Atlas's, an Eskimo kiss, soft and playful. They both laughed at the sweetness of it, the innocence feeling almost surprising between them. But then Demitra shifted, her lips trailing down to the curve of Atlas's neck, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along her skin.

Atlas's breath hitched as Demitra's lips lingered on her neck, her hands tightening on her waist. "That one's definitely a favorite," she murmured, tilting her head to give Demitra better access.

"Oh, is it now?" Demitra whispered against her skin, her voice laced with teasing. She moved back to Atlas's lips, deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping into Atlas's mouth as her fingers tangled in her locs, gently pulling her closer. They shared a series of slow, heated kisses, exploring, tasting, each one lingering just a little longer than the last.

Then, without warning, Demitra bit down lightly on Atlas's bottom lip, tugging playfully before letting go, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous, dominant spark. She reached up, her hand trailing up to Atlas's neck, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around her throat.

Atlas's eyes widened, and she felt her pulse quicken. The slight pressure sent a thrill racing through her, and she couldn't help the small, breathless laugh that escaped her. "That feel good?" Demitra asked, her voice a low, teasing whisper, watching Atlas with an amused smile.

Atlas met her gaze, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Yes ma'am," she murmured, voice low and reverent. She felt a surge of desire at Demitra's confidence, the way she held control with ease, and she wanted nothing more than to let her have it, to follow her lead.

Demitra gave her a challenging look, releasing her grip just enough for Atlas to catch her breath, only for Atlas to take advantage of the moment, reversing their positions in one swift motion. Now she was the one on top, pinning Demitra beneath her, a satisfied grin on her face as she leaned down, pressing her lips firmly against hers. Demitra's initial surprise melted into a laugh, her hands sliding up to clutch Atlas's back as their kiss deepened, passion building between them.

Just as they were lost in each other, a loud, familiar voice interrupted them from the hallway. "Demiiii!"

Atlas groaned, dropping her forehead onto Demitra's shoulder, the frustration evident in the low sound she let out. She was more than a little turned on, her body reacting fully to Demitra's touch, and now she was painfully aware of her dick pressing against her pants, her arousal undeniable as she tried to steady her breathing.

Demitra glanced toward the door, stifling a laugh as she ran her fingers along Atlas's nape. "That's Eli," she murmured, sounding almost apologetic.

Atlas let out a muffled groan into Demitra's shoulder, both from the interruption and the uncomfortable tension building in her own body. "Bad timing, Eli," she muttered, lifting her head with a sigh. "I swear your sister has a sixth sense for interrupting us."

Demitra laughed, brushing a kiss to the corner of Atlas's mouth. "C'mon, we'll have plenty of time later," she whispered, though the glint in her eyes promised they'd definitely be picking up where they left off.

Reluctantly, Atlas sat up, adjusting her clothes as she tried to get her breathing under control. She leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Demitra's forehead, murmuring, "Later, then," before getting off the bed.

As she straightened, Demitra couldn't resist glancing at the obvious bulge in Atlas's pants, her cheeks warming. She raised an eyebrow, giving her a teasing smile. "That's gonna be a problem for you all day, isn't it?"

Atlas rolled her eyes, though she was grinning. "Oh, I'll manage." She leaned in close, voice dropping to a playful whisper.

Demitra laughed, pushing her gently toward the door. "I'm sure you can." With one last lingering look, she pulled herself off the bed, adjusting her own clothes as she prepared to face whatever Eli needed.

Outside, Eliana waited impatiently, giving Demitra a suspicious look as she stepped out into the hallway, her cheeks still faintly flushed. "What took you so long?" Eli asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just... lost track of time," Demitra replied, a little too quickly, hoping her sister wouldn't pry further. Eli just rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it, but didn't press.

As they left the room and headed downstairs, Atlas followed, catching Demitra's eye with a small smirk. She didn't need words to convey the promise of what was waiting for later, but Demitra could feel it all the same—a simmering energy that lingered between them, potent and electric.

As they settled into the day, Atlas kept her distance, but every now and then, Demitra would catch her gaze from across the room, a knowing smile that sent a rush of anticipation straight to her stomach.

Its official— Atlas was a goner.