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Firefly was perched on the couch when the front door swung open.
Stelle was a whirlwind wherever she went, causing stray sheets of paper to fly away from nowhere, and Firefly found herself grinning at her own little force of destruction as Stelle seemed completely unaware of the effect she had on a space at any given point in time.
“Hey,” she said, gray hair a little wild from the wind she brought with her, but Firefly didn’t get up to smooth it down, happy to just appreciate her however she came.
“Did work go okay?”
“Yeah, they were talking about making the job permanent, but I’m not sure yet,” she said. “I like temping. Staying in one place for too long just makes me feel kind of stiff, you know?”
That was Stelle. She would rather work in seven different offices a year, parting on good terms and collecting former-coworkers like trophies, than find a place with solid benefits and a ladder she could climb up. But she was happy, and the two of them were able to cover their bills and have enough for both Stelle and Firefly to keep up with whatever games Silverwolf convinced them to play. And enough to travel in between jobs, which was something important to both of them.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said as she pulled her hoodie over her head, tossing it on the couch not far from Firefly before she took off down the hallway.
Firefly laughed softly to herself, shaking her head fondly as the bathroom door slammed shut.
She reached for Stelle’s hoodie, intending to fold it and put it where it wouldn’t go missing, but as she held it her hands, the fabric cushioned and soft, she couldn’t bring herself to put it away.
Putting it on was as natural as wearing her own clothes. Two years ago she would have been too timid without Stelle offering first, but the more this space became theirs, the more of an overlap formed over what was Firefly’s and what was Stelle’s. Sleeping in Stelle’s boxers was way more comfortable than sleeping in anything else, and Stelle had become a notorious sock thief.
Firefly settled back on the couch, hugging the hoodie against her skin. It was still warm from being worn as if Stelle herself was wrapped around her. She scrunched down into the collar where the ghost of her shampoo was still pressed in from Stelle pulling it on with damp hair before.
How could a single piece of clothing contain so much of a person?
It was more of an imprint of a memory than a photograph was, and Firefly soaked herself in it until she was nearly drenched to the bone.
She slumped down the back of the couch, her eyes growing heavy as a lazy smile stretched across her lips.
It felt good.
Euphoric, almost, like a well-kept secret pressing against the back of her lips. It made her blood burn just a little hotter, made her skin tight in places and loose in others. She was molten, indulgent, and sated all at the same time, a reaction she probably should have been at least a little bit ashamed of.
She was just wearing Stelle’s clothes after all.
Just basking in her warmth.
In the distance, water started to splatter against the shower floor, followed by a short yelp from Stelle getting in under the still cold stream. Firefly huffed a laugh. She never waited for the water to heat up, and it was too endearing.
Moments later the apartment filled with that same exact scent of her shampoo, coaxing Firefly back into that pleasant warmth.
Her eyes closed as her mind drifted away with the white noise. She imagined hands in the places where the hoodie still clung onto Stelle until her own followed them, pressing with light touches and squeezes with fingers that weren’t quite long enough. Close, but not the same. It was never the same.
She exhaled a deep breath, maybe from frustration or maybe from impatience. It wasn’t Stelle, but it was so hard not to imagine it was.
She didn’t consciously slip her hand beneath her shirt, but there it was, finding her smooth skin hidden beneath that barrier. The light touch had her back arching just a little, responding to a lover’s playful graze as if it were real.
She loved that kind of tickle. It didn’t matter if it was from Stelle’s fingers, lips, or her teeth, it always made Firefly keen through the squirming laughter. She touched herself again, her body both shifting away from it and towards it at the same time like it didn’t know what it truly wanted.
Suddenly she was aware of the way her shorts pressed against her body in this position. They were regular cotton shorts, loose enough normally, but as she sat lower on the couch, they bunched up until the seam rubbed against her clit in just the right way.
Firefly spread her legs, her heels digging into the cushion so that she could force the fabric up higher. If someone were to walk through their front door right now, they would find her like this, butterflied and flushed.
She imagined Stelle holding her legs open, her gray hair hanging in her face as she looked at her like a puzzle she needed to solve to get to the hidden treasure. She imagined her kneeling, getting closer until her warm breath hovered over her flesh, and Firefly nearly moaned as she shifted her hips into it.
She panted lightly, rocking so the fabric made a gentle pulse against her swelling clit. Stelle was singing something in the shower. She would be in there for a while…
Fifteen minutes, at least.
Maybe twenty.
Firefly reached a hand between her legs, stroking herself with her thumb, almost like she was playing a small instrument.
The other hand teased her nipple, squeezing it gently as she let the image of Stelle sucking on her and nibbling her take its place.
She rubbed herself through her shorts, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her chest started to rise just a little faster.
And then once she couldn’t stand it anymore, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband, finding herself sopping wet and so sensitive that her breath hitched at the sudden direct contact.
There was no time for teasing, for slowly coaxing herself up that hill. She was already throbbing, panting like a wild animal as she dragged her own slick over her clit to make it easier to rub.
She knotted her free hand in Stelle’s hoodie as she circled her clit with her middle finger, the movements stiffened by the constriction of her shorts. But it felt so good like it was Stelle with her hand down her pants quickly so no one would see.
She worked herself, frantic and needy as she pulled the collar up to her nose, gasping as her vision blurred and spotted. A small whimper escaped her lips as she slipped farther down the couch, her head bent at an odd angle as she practically crumpled into her own touch.
Her breath heaved out, even as she heard her neighbor’s voice passing their apartment, her gasps becoming sharp wheezes as her hand practically vibrated against her clit.
It built like the promise of an explosion, the pressure rumbling beneath the surface and making her open thighs tremble through it.
Firefly’s eyes wrenched shut as her hips jerked into her touch and her teeth sank into the hoodie, muffling her shout as she came, hard and fast like she hadn’t come in months.
Even if the last time was that morning before Stelle left for work.
She stayed where she was for a moment in a daze as her pulse slowly evened out and the dull roar in her ears dissipated enough for her to hear the shower handle squeak off. So Stelle was finished too.
To make sure she wasn’t found like this, Firefly managed to sit up properly and smooth her hair down so that the only evidence left was the slight flush of her cheeks she hoped Stelle wouldn’t notice.
She wasn’t sure how she would explain what she was doing just a moment ago if Stelle did.
It wasn’t the first time putting on Stelle’s clothes had had this kind of effect on her, but this was one of those secrets she was pretty sure she would die with. Not that Stelle would be freaked out by it or anything, but still. Some things just had to be kept for herself.
While she waited for Stelle to come back, she slipped her hand absently into the front pouch, finding something hard and thick hidden inside.
She frowned, curious, before she pulled the mysterious object out to find a candy bar that had been left in there, somehow not completely melted, and after a moment of hesitation, she tore the wrapper open and bit off the end, her body boneless and in need of sustenance.
She smiled to herself lazily at the sweet taste as she chewed through chocolate, peanuts, and caramel. It was her absolute favorite, and she could never get enough.
Surely that was a coincidence…