Pillow fight

Don't read too much into these two. Sure, they’ll smack each other with pillows and laugh until they’re wheezing. It’s harmless fun, a lazy afternoon on cotton sheets. Until one of them makes a tiny show of opening her legs. Then the jokes dry up fast. She drops flat on her back, another girl settles between her knees, and suddenly they both act like they invented breathing for this exact moment. Tongues get to work, slow at first, wet, warm, no half-measures. The receiver tips her hips and the giver answers the motion, licking deep, unhurried, exact. Fingers rest on warm thighs, thumbs press, guiding, but the real work stays between parted lips. They stay locked like that until the moans crowd the pillow talk out of the room entirely.