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The sun peeking through grey clouds after a storm, a rainbow blooming as the world resets, and a soft breeze to gently kiss the skin. That is Michaela Stirling. She is peace, Francesca Bridgerton’s peace to be exact.
So why does the sight of Michaela’s beauty at rest shatter every ounce of peace Francesca gained throughout the day.
Her head turns once more, back in her love’s direction the choice to look away more painful than helpful. Her need to see Michaela feels dire and her heart races. Far faster than the rise and fall of her lovers breast.
A chaste gown, to hide the secrets the shared months ago and outline the temptation that’s slowly becoming an addiction. The bedspread flutters in the air as she lifts them to escape. Sitting forward and turning to rise from her internal battle. The fresh air against her skin should cool the heated thoughts that suddenly overwhelm her as her legs hang over the side.
She looks to the room lit by a candle maybe ten drops of wax away from descending them in a sea of darkness and desperately seeks out a distraction to cool her libido and calm her fears.
Her body is practically vibrating with the need to run. To escape the possibility of another lost love, this one even more heartbreaking. To escape the bordering obsession she’s gaining for this woman’s mind, spirit and body.
How could she lose the first person to make her feel normal in a society where she feels so abnormal. How can she behave so unbecoming and uncivilized. No the things she wants to do to Michaela are far from civilized.
“You’re thinking too loud, it’s woken me up from a really good dream and I don’t appreciate it.” The soft baritone of Michaela’s voice deepened from exhaustion startles Fran and she jumps.
With a clear of her throat, she turns behind her to look at Michaela’s now fluttering lashes. When she rolls towards, Francesca jumps again.
“Frannie?” Michaela questions tenderly. Worry in her eyes as she reaches out for Frannie’s hand.
Fran places her hand in Michaela’s without thought, only thinking of her sweaty palms' seconds later, but when she tries to pull away in embarrassment Michaela’s grip tightens.
“What’s wrong my love. Did you have a bad dream?” The sleep is gone from her voice as she looks into Frannie’s eyes.
“If only my mind could allow such a thing. Thoughts I can’t quite catch or tame seem to hold me hostage. Every time my eyes close they capture me again.” Frannie admits, her voice soft in the night.
“Lay beside me, tell me your thoughts so we may free you, together,” Michaela offers, gently guiding Frannie down by her hand until they face one another on separate pillows.
I couldn’t possibly, I mean, well.” Words stumble from Frannie’s lips, but none are the ones she’s needs to speak.
How can she admit to being distracted by the lone button on Michaela’s gown. It’s one of three to the set but somehow, it’s holding her breast in their cotton prison alone. She has no idea when the other buttons came undone or how but it’s now all she can focus on. Michaela will think she is insane. Her mind gone to a place she never seemed to visit before meeting Michaela.
“Shh.” Michaela urges a finger to her lips as she rises while easing Frannie back against the bed.
“What are you doing?” Frannie asks with a shaky breath as her back touches the mattress and Michaela climbs above her.
“Helping you.” Michaela smiles before leaning in for a kiss.
Frannie’s eyes close the second she feels Michaela’s lips against her own. A sigh escapes as they part, and a gasp immediately follows as she feels those same lips against her chin, then her neck, and finally her collar.
Frannie eyes snap open at the cool touch of Michaela’s tongue. “Michaela.” She rasps as Michaela’s drags her tongue from collar to shoulder slowly shifting Frannie’s gown in the process.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
“Good,” A soft kiss against Frannie’s shoulder punctuates the point. “I can feel your heart beating,” she teases, allowing her fingers to trail on either side of Frannie as she slides the sides of her gown down more.
When did she unbutton her top Frannie wanted to know as she trembled beneath her expert hands.
“It’s been racing for a while now, long before you awoke.” Frannie admits.
“I believe you.” Michaela smiles, her eyes full of heat as the sleeves of Frannie’s gown slides lower down her arms. “It’s happens to me whenever I see you.” Frannie blushes as Michaela’s eyes travel up and down her body with her words, when they settle on her newly exposed breast she chuckles.
“Whenever I see you, whenever I’m near you, and whenever you sleep.” Frannie bites her lip at the last admission and turns away to look at the bedside candle once more.
A soft touch to her chin has her turning back to the woman above her with reluctance. “I know your pain because I share it my love, do not hide it from me.” Michaela smiles, before placing a gentle kiss upon Frannie’s lips. “I will never make you a promise I don’t intend to keep, so I won’t promise you not to worry for my wellbeing. I will instead promise to worry about yours.” Another kiss.
This one is different from the others as Frannie feels the cool touch of Michaela’s tongue against her lips. When she parts them Michaela’s tongue slips inside to dance Frannie’s tongue in ways they never could at a ball.
Frannie’s back arches as the kiss deepens and Michaela’s thumb begins to circle one of Frannie’s nipples.
A moan slips free when she feels Michaela’s other thumb mirroring the first, “I promise to make you happy Frannie” Michaela breathes against Frannie’s lips, before kissing her again. “I promise to love every part of you” she rasp, before kissing her cheek. Her nefarious touch still teasing the woman beneath her, the constant stimulation almost too much for Frannie as her thumbs seem to move faster, until Frannie has to close her eyes again.
When she opens them back Micheala is smiling down at her. “I promise to cherish you.” She whispers lowering her head to Frannie’s nipple refusing to break eye contact as her tongue follows the path once taken by her thumb. “ I promise to treat you as an equal” she breathes dragging her tongue from one breast to the other and taking Frannie’s other nipple between her lips.
Frannie’s grabs Michaela’s head when she feels her tongue following the same path once more. When Michaela chuckles at her antics it sends a vibration from her nipple to her core and Frannie groans as she feels Michaela’s fingers slide glide down her waist and past the end of her gown.
When she gathers the bottom of Frannie’s gown her head lifts and smirks. “I promise to always make sure you find your pinnacle.” She chuckles before letting her hand caress Frannie’s bare hip.
The words alone leave Frannie dripping on the sheets and she crosses her legs to hide the evidence. Embarrassed by her quick response and Michaela frowns.
“I said you don’t have to hide from me love, and I meant that.” Michaela gently scolds while sliding her fingers between Frannie’s legs.
Frannie throws her head back when she feels Michaela touch inside her.
“It’s embarrassing," Frannie admits, “I feel like I shall explode at the slightest touch,” she gasps as Michaela’s fingers curl inside her. “I’m, I’m dripping down your—argh” she stutters as her eyes flutter and her body begins to rock against Michaela’s hand on its own accord.
“Do you think yourself alone in this, that I don’t drip at the sight of you, the feel of you?” She grunts before twisting her fingers inside of Frannie. “Feel what you do to me love.” She purrs as she slowly guides one of Frannie’s hands between her legs.
Her eyes close when Frannie feels her truth and she bites her lip when Frannie’s fingers explore her folds without her assistance. Finally losing her strength to keep them apart as her body flattens atop her lovers and forces Francesca fingers inside her.
“You have to stop love, or we will never get any sleep.” Michaela gasp as Frannie firmly grabs her hip with her other hand.
“I didn‘t think slumber was your intention when you pulled down my gown.” She teased, using Michaela’s hip to pull her closer and allow her fingers to penetrate deeper, only Michaela’s hand on her wrist stopped her from forcing the woman above her from submitting to her will.
“But I promise you I did.” Michaela’s breathed pulling her hand free from between them. Frannie groaned in disappointment until she noticed Michaela bringing her fingers to her lips. The very same fingers that were just inside her moments ago. Frannie’s fingers pause inside Michaela as she watches Michaela slip her own fingers between her lips. "You always sleep better when I can taste you on my lips.”
They both groan as Michaela’s lifts herself from Frannie’s fingers. They lock eyes as Frannie repeats Michaela’s actions, closing her eyes at the taste when it reaches her lips.
The feel of the bed moving makes her open her eyes and the sight of Michaela between her legs makes her heart race again, only this time she doesn’t feel it in her chest.
The first stroke of her tongue has Frannie gripping the sheets. Michaela doesn’t give her a chance to think as she grabbed Frannie’s thighs to pull herself closer, burying her tongue in Frannie’s folds.
Slow strokes paint the inside of Frannie’s lips until she’s squirming and still Michaela avoids that bundle of nerves that she know would shatter the woman beneath her.
She allows the tip of her nose to tease Frannie as her tongue slips through her opening. Lapping up her juices before they have a chance to escape.
Fran tosses and turns as she feels Michaela’s tongue explore the deepest parts of her just when she feels herself on the precipice Michaela backs away. Not completely, not enough to grant Frannie true reprieve but enough to set her aflame.
Over and over, she does this until Frannie can feel the sheets sticking to her from sweat. Finally Micheala pauses in her exploration to rub her nose against Frannie’s clit and the sensation makes Frannie rise from the bed.
Only Michaela’s firm grip keeping her lower half on the mattress. “Mich please, plea—ahhh” Frannie screams as Michaela finally pulls that bundle of nerves between her lips.
Michaela chuckles with her lips wrapped around Frannie’s clit and she feels the vibration throughout her body.
“Mich, mich, michhhhhhhhhh.” Frannie moans as her body arches and her hips began to rock to the melody Michaela is now humming against her.
Mich groans as she tastes how close Frannie is and hums harder as she feels those delicious walls throb against her tongue, ignoring the firm grip she now felt against her head she curls her tongue so it wraps around Frannie’s clit and finally sets her free.
The scream Frannie lets free is sure to have awaken the entire town, but Michaela doesn’t care as she slurped down every drop that passed her lips. When she finally lifts her head between Frannie’s legs it’s with wet lips and a smug smile as she looks down to Frannie’s fluttering lashes.
The poor girl doesn’t even notice Michaela get up, but the groan when Michaela slides the warm damp cloth between her legs lets Michaela know she’s okay.
A soft kiss to Frannie’s mound after she’s done make the woman whimper and Michaela smiles once more before climbing beside the finally calm woman beside her.
Pulling Frannie’s sleeves back up and dragging her body against the front of her Mich smiles when she hears Frannie sigh.
Minutes pass and Frannie’s breathing regulates until you no longer hear it in the room. The candles burns out and Michaela leans closer to Frannie’s ear as she squeezes her tight.
“And I promise to hold you when your world is tilting. Sweet dreams, my love” Michaela whispers before allowing the euphoria to lead her to her own dreams.