The kiss deepened, a shift from tentative exploration to something warmer, more certain. Eliza's hands, which had been clutching Ariana's shoulders for balance, began to wander. One slid down Ariana's back, pulling her closer, while the other fumbled its way to the hem of Ariana's sleek top.
Ariana broke the kiss, breathing a little heavily. She captured Eliza's wandering hand, lacing their fingers together. Her dark eyes were serious, but a smile played on her lips. "Eliza," she said, her voice a low, gentle rumble. "Are you sure about this? You have had a lot to drink. I do not want you to do anything you will regret in the morning."
Eliza blinked, her brain working through the tequila and Happy Meal fog to process the question. Her face scrunched up in a look of intense, adorable concentration. Then she nodded, her expression turning oddly practical.
"I'm sure. I mean, I think I'm on my ovulation period," she announced, as if sharing a particularly interesting piece of trivia. "So, you know. Might as well. Make the most of the biological imperative, right?" She then peered at Ariana, her head tilted. "Are you willing, though?"
Ariana stared at her for a second, completely caught off guard. Then a low chuckle escaped her, which quickly grew into a full-bellied laugh. She rested her forehead against Eliza's shoulder, her body shaking with mirth.
"Only you," Ariana managed to say between laughs, "could turn a moment of passion into a discussion of reproductive biology." She lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "Yes, you ridiculous woman. I am very willing."
Their laughter softened the remaining edges of tension. Ariana stood, pulling Eliza up with her. "Come on, you absurd creature."
They didn't make it far. The journey from the edge of the bed was a clumsy, giggly stumble. Eliza, overestimating her coordination, tripped over her own feet and pulled them both tumbling onto the plush rug beside the bed in a heap of limbs and laughter.
"Oops," Eliza giggled, sprawled half on top of Ariana.
"You are a menace," Ariana declared, but she was smiling, brushing Eliza's hair out of her face.
The laughter slowly faded, replaced by a renewed heat. Clothes became a forgotten obstacle, discarded in a haphazard trail from the rug to the bed. It was not a scene of sleek, practiced seduction. It was wonderfully, gloriously goofy.
At one point, Eliza tried to execute what she clearly thought was a sexy, dramatic move to straddle Ariana, but misjudged the distance and ended up kneeing herself in the chin. They both dissolved into helpless giggles again.
"Okay, new plan," Eliza mumbled, her face flushed with laughter and desire. "You're in charge. I'm clearly a hazard to myself and others."
Ariana, with a strength that always seemed to surprise people, gently flipped their positions. "Gladly," she murmured, her voice dropping back into that low, thrilling register.
But the goofiness was a part of them now, woven into the intimacy. When Ariana's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on Eliza's neck, Eliza's response was a high-pitched squeak that sounded remarkably like one of her Usagi keychain's fictional exclamations. She immediately clapped a hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide with embarrassment.
Ariana paused, looking down at her. "Did you just... squeak?"
"No," Eliza lied, her voice muffled by her hand.
Ariana gently pried her hand away. "Do it again," she whispered, her eyes dark with promise, and then diligently set about trying to elicit the sound once more, a playful mission that was wildly successful.
Capturing Ariana's lips in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. It was a kiss that tasted of salt and the lingering sweetness of their shared dessert, a kiss that spoke of a decision firmly made. Her hands, no longer clumsy, came up to frame Ariana's face, her fingers tangling in the dark silk of her hair.
Ariana met her fervor with a controlled intensity of her own. Her hands slid from Eliza's wrists to her hips, pulling her closer until not a sliver of space remained between them. The soft cotton of their clothing felt like an unbearable barrier. With deliberate slowness, Ariana broke the kiss only to trail her lips along the column of Eliza's throat, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there before soothing it with her tongue. Eliza's head fell back with a gasp, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Let me," Ariana murmured against her skin, her fingers finding the hem of Eliza's top. She drew it upward, and Eliza raised her arms in silent cooperation, the garment joining the growing pile on the floor. Ariana's breath hitched at the sight of her, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the windows. "You are breathtaking," she breathed, the words filled with genuine awe.
Her touch was reverent as she explored the newly revealed skin. Her palms smoothed over Eliza's shoulders, down her arms, then back up to cradle her ribs. Her thumbs brushed the undersides of Eliza's breasts, and a sharp, needy sound escaped Eliza's lips. Ariana lowered her head, her mouth following the path her hands had blazed. She took her time, learning the shape and weight of her, lavishing attention on each peak until Eliza was writhing beneath her, her breaths coming in shallow pants.
"Ariana, please," Eliza begged, her voice ragged.
Hearing her name uttered with such raw need undid the last of Ariana's restraint. She shifted lower, her kisses becoming a hot, open-mouthed trail down Eliza's stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Eliza's pants and underwear, drawing them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Eliza kicked them away, her skin flushing with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.
Ariana settled between her legs, her hands stroking soothing patterns on her inner thighs. She looked up, her eyes locking with Eliza's, holding her gaze as she lowered her head. The first touch of her tongue was a soft, experimental stroke that made Eliza jolt as if electrified. A broken cry tore from her throat, her hands fisting in the sheets.
Ariana did not rush. She explored with a scholar's focus and a lover's passion, learning what made Eliza gasp, what made her hips stutter, what made her chant a string of incoherent pleas. She built the rhythm with her tongue and lips, each movement designed to unravel the woman beneath her completely. Eliza was lost in the sensation, a tidal wave of pleasure building deep within her, tightening with every pass of Ariana's mouth.
Just as Eliza felt herself teetering on the very edge, Ariana gently inserted one finger, then a second, curling them inward in a slow, devastatingly perfect motion. Eliza cried out, her back arching off the bed. The dual sensation—the relentless, soft pressure of Ariana's mouth and the firm, rhythmic curl of her fingers—was overwhelming. Ariana held her there, suspended in a crescendo of sensation, until the wave finally, shatteringly, broke.
Eliza's climax washed over her in a series of uncontrollable tremors, her body convulsing under Ariana's unwavering attention. A long, ragged moan was torn from her lungs as she fell apart, utterly consumed.
Ariana gentled her touch, slowly bringing her down until the last aftershock had faded. She moved up the bed, gathering the trembling Eliza into her arms. Eliza turned her face into Ariana's neck, her breath still coming in soft, hitching gasps.
"Be still okay?" Ariana whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp temple.
Eliza could only nod, her limbs feeling like liquid. After a few moments of simply holding her, Ariana's hands began to move again, this time with a new purpose. She guided Eliza's hand, her touch firm and instructional.
"Your turn," Ariana murmured, her voice husky with her own desire. "Show me what you like."
Under Ariana's guided touch, Eliza's fingers found their way. The intimacy of the instruction, of learning Ariana's body under her direct guidance, was its own unique thrill. Soon, Ariana's breathy encouragements turned into soft, gasped moans. Her own release was quieter than Eliza's, a tensing of her entire body followed by a long, shuddering sigh as she pressed her forehead against Eliza's shoulder.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, the only sound their synced, slowing breaths. The expensive sheets were rumpled beneath them, the room smelled of sex and their shared perfume, and the world outside the windows had ceased to exist.
Eliza, her energy miraculously returning, nuzzled into Ariana's neck. "So," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. "Just for scientific comparison... that was approximately ten thousand times better than the last time I was in a bed."
Ariana let out a breathy laugh, her arm tightening around Eliza. "I should hope so." She pressed another kiss into her hair. "Now sleep, you ridiculous, wonderful woman."