Chapter 4: Your Shirt Smells Like Me This Morning, Sweetie
Jules lay back against the pillows, her lips still tingling, hair slightly tousled, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her fingers brushed over the faint red marks Aria left across her skin. Aria's scent clung to her neck, her jaw, the inside of her thighs — sweet and heated and slightly floral, like her body was made of sunlight and soft hunger.
She didn't want to move. Not yet. Not when Aria was still so close, still panting lightly beside her, flushed and glowing, lips parted like she was tasting the aftershocks of what they just did.
Aria stayed there a moment, cheek resting against Jules' bare shoulder, fingers tracing lazy, meaningless shapes over her stomach. Neither of them spoke. There was no need. The room felt heavier now, wrapped in heat and something softer — something closer to peace than either of them usually touched.
Then Aria murmured, "I'll make you something."
Jules hummed, eyes still barely open. "Food?"
Aria nodded, pushing herself up gently, hair falling around her like a curtain. "Yeah. You'll need it after… that."
Before she left the bed, Aria leaned back down and caught Jules' lips again. It wasn't a soft goodbye kiss. It was slow, wet, deep — the kind of kiss that made time freeze.
Their mouths moved in perfect rhythm, tongues brushing lightly before Aria pulled back just a little, lips still touching, a small thread of saliva stretching between them before it broke. Jules reached up like she didn't want to let her go yet, but Aria just smirked and whispered, "Later."
Jules stayed there, watching her.
As Aria walked toward the kitchen, she peeled off the hoodie and her pants, tossing them onto the nearby chair with little care. She didn't want the smell of food clinging to them. She kicked her socks off too. With her back turned, Jules sat up a little and watched, her throat tightening at the casual sensuality of it all.
Aria moved without thinking — completely unaware of how every motion made Jules bite her lip. Her skin was flushed and soft from their earlier closeness, and when she reached down to grab something off the floor, Jules could see she wasn't wearing a bra. She hadn't even realized she slipped into Jules' oversized shirt, the one Jules wore around the apartment, grey and thin with slightly stretched sleeves.
It hit just under her hips, barely covering her panties. The way it hung off her shoulder made Jules swear under her breath.
She wanted to pull her right back into bed. But she knew Aria needed food.
Aria, now fully dressed in just the oversized shirt and a thin pair of panties, opened the fridge and pulled out ingredients. She didn't need to ask what Jules liked. She remembered.
She started with thick slices of brioche bread, dipping them in a mix of egg, vanilla, cinnamon, and cream. She heated butter on the pan until it foamed and dropped the slices in, letting them crisp up golden brown. She sliced strawberries, sautéed them in maple syrup and a pinch of sea salt until they were glossy and sweet.
She cracked eggs into another pan, over easy just the way Jules liked, and threw a few slices of thick bacon into the oven to roast while she worked. She chopped scallions, whisked cream cheese and herbs into soft scrambled eggs, and plated everything like it mattered.
Jules walked in quietly, still bare from the waist up, hair messy, skin glowing, leaning against the kitchen entryway watching her cook.
"God, you're sexy," she said.
Aria turned, holding a spatula, a little flushed from the stove. "I'm literally sweating over eggs."
"And still hot."
Jules walked over behind her, arms wrapping around Aria's waist. Aria didn't even flinch. She leaned back into the contact, smiling to herself.
"I'm serious," Jules murmured against her neck. "This is dangerous. Oversized shirt. No bra. Legs out. Cooking breakfast for me like a dream I shouldn't deserve."
"Stop," Aria whispered, smirking. "Let me finish this or we won't eat."
Jules groaned softly, biting Aria's shoulder playfully before stepping back. "Fine. But I'm watching you."
Aria plated everything, pouring two mugs of coffee, and set the table by the window. They ate mostly in silence, only soft murmurs of satisfaction between bites. Jules moaned around a piece of French toast, licking syrup off her thumb. Aria just smiled, cheeks slightly pink, eyes lowered as she sipped her coffee.
When they were finished, Aria stood and began clearing the plates. Jules stretched in her chair, content.
Aria stood at the sink, water running as she rinsed the plates. Her hips swayed slightly as she moved — just a casual rhythm to her body. She wasn't trying to be sexy. She was just being.
Jules watched her. Eyes narrowed. Hunger building again in her chest.
Aria didn't even notice the footsteps. She was focused on the last plate, reaching over for the sponge when she felt hands on her waist. A second later, warm lips found her neck. She gasped softly.
"Jules —"
The sucking was firm, immediate. Her breath caught in her throat.
"We just did this," she whispered, squirming against her. "We just — ah —"
Before she could get the words out, Jules turned her around, pushing her gently back against the counter, lips crashing into hers. The kiss was rougher this time. Deeper. Tongue sliding in without hesitation. Aria moaned into it, gripping Jules' shoulders, her knees weakening just as Jules' hand slid down the front of her panties.
Two fingers slipped in, already soaked. Aria's hips jerked and she gasped into Jules' mouth.
"Jules — hmmm —"
Jules didn't answer. She was already pumping, slow but deep, watching every reaction cross Aria's face.
Aria lifted one leg and wrapped it around Jules' waist for leverage, her body trembling with each motion. Her breath came in short gasps, mouth parted, her nails digging into Jules' skin.
"This is bad," Aria whispered. "We talked about this."
Jules smirked. "You're not dating anyone. You're mine. Let me have you."
Aria couldn't form words. Her hips were moving in rhythm now, chasing the pressure, her insides clenching around Jules' fingers.
"You're soaking," Jules whispered. "You wanted this. Didn't you, sweetheart?"
Aria whimpered, nodding, head falling back as her leg tightened around Jules.
Jules angled her fingers just right and Aria cried out. Her body shook, thighs tensing, and when she came, it gushed — hot, intense, messy. Jules didn't stop. She only pulled her fingers out to lift Aria onto the counter, spreading her legs wider. She kissed her deeply again, one hand gripping Aria's thigh, the other sliding back in.
Aria's lips were swollen, eyes fluttering, her voice soft and breathless.
"Jules… more. Please —"
Jules didn't say anything. She just dipped her head, pulling Aria's shirt up, exposing her chest. She began to suck — slow, rough, wet — her tongue swirling over each nipple before sucking them harder. Aria cried out again, her body jolting every time Jules hit that rhythm inside.
Her moans filled the kitchen. Raw, unfiltered, needy.
"Jules, I — God, I'm gonna — again —" Aria sobbed, her fingers tangling in Jules' hair. "I can't stop…"
Jules loved it. Loved how soft Aria became under her. How wild. How real.
Her fingers worked Aria open, pumping faster, deeper, her other hand gripping her thigh to hold her steady. Her mouth devoured every inch of her chest, lips marking, tongue teasing until Aria's cries shook through the room.
Aria couldn't even hold her voice back anymore — broken versions of Jules' name kept tumbling from her lips, sobs mixing with gasps as her body convulsed again and again. Her toes curled, her head thrown back against the cabinets, strands of her dark hair sticking to her damp skin.
And then — just like that — her body slumped.
Her back bowed like a pulled string about to snap, arms fidgeting as if they couldn't remember how to hold on. Her lashes fluttered, her mouth parted, a low whimper escaping her throat. And then… silence.
She zoned out.
The sudden stillness would have terrified anyone else. But Jules knew better. She had learned Aria's body, her rhythms, her thresholds. She knew when she had simply slipped too far into pleasure, when the waves dragged her under.
"Hey," Jules whispered softly, not stopping her touch entirely but slowing it, easing the pace until it was nothing more than a gentle glide, a grounding reminder. Her lips brushed Aria's temple, featherlight kisses marking her return.
Jules held her close, her free hand coming up to cradle her face, brushing strands of sweaty hair away. She kissed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, murmuring quiet comforts.
And after a moment, Aria stirred.
Her lashes lifted slowly, revealing hazy eyes that blinked like she was waking from a dream. The flush across her cheeks deepened when she realized Jules was watching her so tenderly. Her lips curved into a soft, almost bashful smile.
"Still here?" her voice was hoarse, fragile, the words barely more than a breath.
"Always," Jules answered, stroking her back in long, steady lines. The word carried weight, a promise.
Aria's throat worked as if she wanted to reply, but instead, she leaned forward and kissed her.
It wasn't desperate at first — it was soft. Sweet. A thank you in the shape of lips, unhurried and trembling. Jules melted into it, letting her set the pace, giving her the space to come back fully.
But then Aria's hands, shaky at first, found Jules' shirt, curling into the fabric and pulling her closer. The kiss deepened. What had started as tender became hungry. Her tongue brushed Jules', tasting her, claiming her, as if needing to ground herself in something real and warm and solid.
Her blush spread, heat rising all the way to the tips of her ears. She broke the kiss for only a second to breathe, eyes glassy, lips swollen.
"Jules…" she whispered, the name thick with longing. "I — I want more."
The words hit Jules like fire in her veins. She could feel the way Aria trembled, not from weakness anymore, but from need. A need that hadn't been burned out of her by climax after climax, but stoked hotter instead.
Jules cupped her face, forcing her to look up. "Are you sure? You just —"
"I don't care," Aria cut her off, pressing another kiss to her mouth, messy and eager. "Please… don't stop."
Her honesty wrecked Jules in the best way. The girl who had just been trembling and dazed was now looking at her with wide, desperate eyes, pupils blown, breath unsteady. She wanted to be taken apart again, and Jules couldn't resist.
She kissed her back fiercely, tilting her head to deepen it, swallowing every small whimper Aria gave. Her hands roamed over her waist, down to her thighs, squeezing, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Aria moaned into her mouth, and when they finally broke apart for air, her forehead dropped to Jules' shoulder. Her breaths were quick, shallow, each inhale dragging in Jules' scent like it was the only thing tethering her to reality.
They stayed there, bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync. The scent of coffee and syrup still lingered faintly in the air, but neither cared about the breakfast left behind. The world outside could wait.
Because in this kitchen, in this fragile, blazing morning light, they only had each other — and the knowledge that it still wasn't enough.
Aria wanted more. Jules was ready to give it.
And together, they were endless.
And it was more than enough.
Aria finally pulled away from Jules' shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles along the curve of Jules' spine. The sunlight filtering through the window caught the soft glow of sweat on Jules' skin, making everything feel warmer, softer, somehow more sacred.
Jules looked down at her, eyes dark and full of promise. "You know, your shirt smells like me this morning, sweetie."
Aria's lips curled into a slow smile, the kind that held both mischief and something deeper — something tender and unspoken. "I'm not mad about that."
Jules reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from Aria's face, her touch feather - light but electric. "You smell like everything I want right now."
The room was quiet except for their breathing, slow but steady, hearts still beating a little faster than before. Aria's cheeks flushed as she moved closer, her hand slipping beneath Jules' shirt to rest flat on the smooth curve of her sides.
"I keep thinking about your lips," Aria whispered, voice low and rough with need. "The way you kissed me… like I was the only thing in the world."
Jules smiled, leaning in until her breath ghosted over Aria's skin. "Because you are. Right now, you're mine."
Aria's eyes fluttered closed, her body already responding to the heat spreading through her again. "I want that. I want you."
Jules cupped her face, their eyes locking, that magnetic pull between them growing impossible to resist. "Then don't wait."
Aria shivered as Jules pressed her mouth back to hers, this kiss slower, deeper, a silent promise that whatever this was — it was just the beginning.
Their hands roamed freely, discovering and claiming, every touch lighting a fire beneath their skin. Clothes fell away again, forgotten on the floor like they never mattered, and they melted into each other with no hesitation, no doubts.
The morning stretched on around them, the world outside fading until there was only the sound of their whispers, their moans, their laughter tangled in the sheets.
And in that room — in Jules' arms, in the warmth of their shared skin — Aria finally let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she could be exactly who she was meant to be.
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