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Zariah Aura swayed alone in the living room, rehearsing for the wedding dance, counting aloud to the phantom beat in her head. The door opened behind her and Dee Williams stepped through, watched for a second, then cleared her throat. Zariah spun, cheeks hot, but Dee just smiled and offered to help. They started simple, Dee’s hand settling low on Zariah’s back as she counted the one-two-three out loud. The turn brought their bodies close, chest to chest. One breath passed, then another. Heat rose between them before either could name it. They kept gliding, but the rhythm faltered when Dee’s fingers slipped a half-inch lower. Zariah swallowed. Their hips brushed. The next spin left them nearly nose to nose. Dee laughed once, short and surprised. “We’re being ridiculous,” she murmured. Zariah nodded like it was obvious, then didn’t move away. Their mouths found each other before good sense could interrupt. Fingers tugged at buttons. Skirts slid, and fabric pooled. Dee’s tongue was hot against Zariah’s throat. Zariah answered with a small, helpless moan, grinding closer. Soon both women were half-undressed on the couch, Dee’s thigh between Zariah’s, hips rocking hard. Zariah’s breath hitched, then steadied into quick, filthy little sounds. She came first, thighs tightening around Dee’s leg. Dee followed, mouth open against Zariah’s shoulder, biting down when the wave hit. They stayed tangled, sweat cooling, both catching the same shallow breaths. Eventually Dee muttered they’d gotten it out of their systems. Neither of them sounded convinced.
Zariah Aura swayed alone in the living room, rehearsing for the wedding dance, counting aloud to the phantom beat in her head. The door opened behind her and Dee Williams stepped through, watched for a second, then cleared her throat. Zariah spun, cheeks hot, but Dee just smiled and offered to help. They started simple, Dee’s hand settling low on Zariah’s back as she counted the one-two-three out loud. The turn brought their bodies close, chest to chest. One breath passed, then another. Heat rose between them before either could name it. They kept gliding, but the rhythm faltered when Dee’s fingers slipped a half-inch lower. Zariah swallowed. Their hips brushed. The next spin left them nearly nose to nose. Dee laughed once, short and surprised. “We’re being ridiculous,” she murmured. Zariah nodded like it was obvious, then didn’t move away. Their mouths found each other before good sense could interrupt. Fingers tugged at buttons. Skirts slid, and fabric pooled. Dee’s tongue was hot against Zariah’s throat. Zariah answered with a small, helpless moan, grinding closer. Soon both women were half-undressed on the couch, Dee’s thigh between Zariah’s, hips rocking hard. Zariah’s breath hitched, then steadied into quick, filthy little sounds. She came first, thighs tightening around Dee’s leg. Dee followed, mouth open against Zariah’s shoulder, biting down when the wave hit. They stayed tangled, sweat cooling, both catching the same shallow breaths. Eventually Dee muttered they’d gotten it out of their systems. Neither of them sounded convinced.