"We'll put on a show."

Laney positioned the phone, smiling over her shoulder at Jonna.

Jonna nodded. Naked and spread open on the bed, the idea seemed sound. Smart even.

Putting on a show would be fun. Jonna was surprised by how calm she felt. The lights were on, exposing every angle and jiggle of her body. Yet, all she was worried about was how fast the night might pass her by.

Laney touched an index finger to the phone screen, scrolling then clicking.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

Zachary's face filled the screen, his voice sounding so small on speakerphone. Jonna tried but failed in stifling a laugh.

"Jonna? Why are you naked?"

Instead of a real answer, she waved.

Laney moved from the phone, crawling on the bed toward Jonna.

"What is this?"

From the tone of his voice, it seemed like Zachary didn't truly care to define what was happening. Especially when Laney lips met Jonna's, her hands roaming over Jonna's body.

From the phone, she registered Zachary asking, "What the fuck?"

Then, her focus reverted entirely on Laney. Laney's mouth, Laney's hands, Laney's intense eyes, and then back to her mouth.

After several small deaths from Laney, Jonna collapsed on the bed. Sweat glistened on her body. The overhead fan oscillated in glorious fashion.

"Water?"

Laney held out a water bottle from her prone position on the side of the bed.

Jonna nodded and sat up. Gulping the life-saving liquid, she noticed the phone still perched on a table nearby.

The screen was blank. No more Zachary.

Following her gaze, Laney remarked, "I wondered how long dude tuned in for."

Jonna shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

Laney tilted her head, seemingly studying Jonna. Jonna offered a small smile, wondering if she meant what she had said. Then Laney smiled, sighed, and flopped back down on the bed.

Jonna settled next to her.

While falling asleep, she told herself she didn't didn't care about Zachary or what he needed. Much.

~*~

If Jonna's phone hadn't rang intermittently, she would've slept through the whole morning.

As it was, Laney rolled over, swiped a sleepy kiss on her cheek, and said:

"Either kill that phone, or wake me up properly, woman."

Jonna cracked one eye open.

That's right. She had gone home with the youngster (again), and one kiss had led to another, and another had led to more mutual and complete satisfaction. Hell, she hadn't reached that level of satisfaction in awhile, not the blinding, gasping craziness Laney had shown her.

A reminder nagged in her head, something semi-important about the day. Something about Zachary...or was is about Shane?

All reasoning failed once Laney wrapped an arm around her, holding on to grind against her. Errant hands massaged her sholders, then her arms. Once there, the hands pinned her in place, with Laney fixing kisses along her neck.

The kisses spiked her memory.

"What we did last night was crazy," she said, instantly regretting what she said and not really what had happened.

Laney faced her, smirking. "You were into it."

"Well, yeah, after copious wine intake. What if we end up on a random website?"

"So what?"

The flippancy was probably easy for Laney. She did not have a morality clause as part of her job contract, unlike Jonna.

"Uh, I should go," Jonna said, not really meaning it.

"You're not going anywhere."

Laney reached out to tweak Jonna's nipples.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere," she breathed.

Laney chuckled, and lightly bit at her neck. "You're so damn easy."

Jonna took no offense. She knew what she liked, and what she really liked was feeling good, and Laney made her feel incredible. To maintain that high, she would remain easily accessible.

When Laney's touch trailed down, down, she turned over, thrusting her tongue in between Laney's parted mouth, and her hand in between the parted thighs. She felt rather than heard the rumble of surprise from Laney. Usually, Jonna left the control to her partner, but she was overwhelmed with a need to please.

To take.

Jonna worked her fingers inside of Laney for a few more minutes. She stole another kiss before shimmying down the length of the bed.

"No, no, no." Laney grabbed her, dragging her back up.

Jonna pouted, "Why not?"

"You'll do it how I want it," she said, lips curving upward.

"Is that right?" Despite her words, she was more than willing to do as she was told.

"Lay back." Laney held her down, and climbed on top of her face, grinding her wetness all over Jonna's waiting mouth.

She inhaled the sweet, heady scent, following up with soft, slow licks. Laney bucked her hips, moaning,

"Harder!"

The good listener that she was, Jonna cupped Laney's supple backside, drawing her in even closer. Then, she sucked, moving her mouth and tongue in rhythm with her bobbing head. Laney's frantic jerks and groans signaled her to suck harder, and so she did.

Eyes closed, Laney rode her mouth, breasts bouncing gloriously as she cried out, finally stilling. Jonna continued licking, staring up at the golden-haired goddess above her. Their eyes met, and Laney smiled, brushing strands of hair from Jonna's sweaty forehead.

Her heart skipped at an odd beat. To cover her alarm, she piled large, sloppy kisses on Laney's shoulder.

"Mmm, you're good with your mouth," Laney said.

Jonna grinned, her lips brushing Laney's.

Loud, intermittent beeps dragged her back to reality. "Work text," she mouthed.

"So?" Laney displayed a fuck-all shrug.

More notices sounded, and she tried in vain to wiggle free from between Laney's legs, decidedly the best kinda prison. "I gotta answer. Come on."

"I already came, all over your face. What more can I do for you?"

Jonna rolled her eyes. "Ha ha, now get up."

Grumbling, Laney crawled off and rolled to the side of her. She grabbed the phone and checked the messages. Instead of work texts, the screen was cluttered with demands from Shane. An incoming call from her little brother blocked her ability to see the messages. If it had been anyone else, she would have flipped them to voicemail, but in the case of an emergency, she answered the call.