Spicy Sapphic Christmas

31. Bunny

THIRTY-ONE

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“Meet me backstage,” Bea had whispered into Bunny’s ear so delicately.

Standing in the dressing room before the show was one of the hardest things Bunny had done. Standing there now was impossible. She’d sung a few songs with Bea to appease the crowd, but then she’d bowed and headed off the stage to give Bea the spotlight.

Bea deserved it, and Bunny didn’t want to overshadow her.

But the meet me backstage echoed in Bunny’s mind throughout the rest of Bea’s set. When the show was finally over, Bunny slipped into the back again and sat down in the hard wooden chair to wait for Bea to finally make her way there.

She bounced her foot as it rested on her knee in her impatience. Their conversation prior to the show had been good, and Bunny honestly felt as though they were making steps toward righting their relationship. If Jo and Piper were going to give a romantic relationship a real go of it, then she and Bea were back to learning how to be civil with each other, and Bunny was the one who was going to have to make the most strides toward that.

Bea stepped into the room, shut the door behind her, and locked it. She leaned against the door, hands behind her back, and she looked Bunny over from head-to-toe. Her lips pursed, her eyes alight with that energy that came from performing, the adrenaline high that wasn’t easily rooted out when it started so late in the night.

“I didn’t mean for them to chant me onto the stage,” Bunny said, putting her hands on her knees as she stayed put. This was probably a good position for them. It gave Bea the upper hand, the power in the conversation. And Bunny wanted Bea to have every opportunity to be in control.

“I know you didn’t, but I really didn’t mind having you on stage.” Bea still hadn’t moved.

Bunny looked her over, the low-cut V-neck dress that showed off those beautiful tits she’d commented on earlier in the evening, the hemline high on her thighs. It would be so easy to sneak the hem up and touch. Bunny flicked her gaze back to Bea’s eyes. That wasn’t why they were here at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite of why Bunny was in this room.

She was here because Bea had beckoned her, no doubt to finish the conversation that they hadn’t had time for before the show started. Because surely Bunny still had a lot of groveling to do. And she would make sure that she did it the right way so that Piper had every hope of happiness that she could attain.

“I just didn’t want to take anything away from you,” Bunny said.

“You didn’t.” Bea finally stood up straight, sauntering toward Bunny like she had every ounce of power in the room. Her hips swayed side to side, saucily moving along with the dress and necklaces she had on. “It was fun to sing with you one last time.”

Cold shocked Bunny.

One last time.

Is that what this was? Bea had obviously already decided that she couldn’t continue with the Christmas event, despite Bunny’s apology. Sadness swept through Bunny’s chest before settling in the center of her throat. She had fucked it up so bad that Bea wasn’t even willing to consider it.

Piper had been wrong. There was no going back and fixing things to the way they were—not that it had been great, or Bunny’s goal. She wanted to fix them to be better than before. She definitely didn’t want to go back to the way she’d been acting.

“I think the crowd enjoyed it too.” Bea took another step.

Bunny dropped her ankle from her knee, spreading her legs as Bea stood right in front of her. Was this just to torture her? Because she was pretty damn sure that Bea knew exactly what she was doing.

“What did you want to talk about?” Bunny finally asked, trying to get them back on track.

“We need to go back to our original agreement, I think.” Bea slowly pulled off her denim jacket and threw it into the small suitcase she had in the corner of the room. Then she started stripping off the abundant necklaces that adorned her skin.

Bunny tried not to be entranced with the movement of Bea’s fingers, the slide of the metal across her alabaster skin, which was pink from the energy and excitement of the day, but she couldn’t. She was so in tune with every move that Bea made.

“Wh—” Bunny cleared her throat. “What agreement?”

“Civility.” Bea pulled up the edge of her skirt with both hands.

Holy fuck, is she going to strip naked?

Was she seriously going to pull every piece of cloth off her body and expect Bunny to do absolutely nothing?

This wasn’t going to work.

Bunny shifted in the wooden chair and was just about to get up and walk out when Bea took one step forward and then another, straddling Bunny’s thighs before she sat down in Bunny’s lap. Bunny’s heart was in her throat, her lungs constricting tightly along with the weight of Bea’s body, the heat of her skin against Bunny’s thighs.

“Bea?” Bunny asked, so unsure of what the hell was going on. Was this a dream?

“If we’re going to be in-laws, then we should probably figure out how to be around each other.”

Bunny’s mouth went dry in an instant. “In-laws?”

“I’m pretty sure that Piper and Jo are going to fall head over heels in love once we get out of their way and give them the space to figure themselves out.” Bea turned to the side, the shifting of her weight forcing Bunny’s thighs to press together against her already pulsing pussy. Bea put her mouth to Bunny’s ear and whispered, “So yeah, we’ll essentially be in-laws.”

“I don’t have a good track record with in-laws,” Bunny answered. Her hands found their way to Bea’s thighs, sliding up under the fabric of her dress to Bea’s hips and finding her completely without underwear on. Bunny froze. “What game are you playing?”

“I’m not playing a game.” Bea pressed a kiss to Bunny’s neck, then slid her tongue up under her chin before scraping her teeth along Bunny’s jawline. “And I’m not your in-law yet.”

“Yet…” Bunny dragged out the word, but she was still frozen.

“Touch me, Bunny,” Bea crooned softly into Bunny’s ear. “I want you to touch me.”

Bunny hadn’t ever been seduced like this. It was always the opposite way around, where she was the one who was doing the seducing, she was the one making the decision as to whether or not to pursue. But to be pursued? It felt amazing. Bunny gripped Bea’s ass, pulling her in tighter. She lifted her face to look up into Bea’s eyes.

“One last time before we’re in-laws?” she asked, needing to know exactly why they were here. Why they were finding themselves in this position.

“Yeah.” Bea crashed her mouth against Bunny’s.

Bunny sucked in a sharp breath as she tried to catch up with everything going on. Her mind spun. Her body went into sexual overdrive. To be the focus of someone’s sexual energy like this was mind blowing. And she wasn’t sure she could ever go back to what it was before.

“Then we can set new rules,” Bea murmured against Bunny’s cheek as she pulled Bunny’s shirt up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. She followed it with Bunny’s sports bra. Bea cupped Bunny’s breasts, flicking her nipples with the side of her thumb and grinning. “For the record, you could join the itty bitty titty committee if you wanted.”

Bunny snorted loudly, her lips curling upward as a flush rushed over her chest and her cheeks.

“I like your tits, too.” Bea bent down and pressed their mouths together in an open-mouthed kiss. “And I’m glad you like my perfect giant tits.”

“Fuck yes,” Bunny muttered, already pushing her hands up Bea’s sides to find those perfect breasts under her dress. She wasn’t surprised to find no bra holding them into place. The dress was designed for it, and Bunny had definitely seen the way they had moved when Bea had been on stage.

“I do forgive you, Bunny,” Bea whispered into her skin. “But I’m not sure if I can allow you to do something like that again.”

“I understand.” Bunny bit her lip, not sure where to go from there. Was this Bea killing the mood?

As if to make her point, Bea lifted up slightly and dragged her dress up and over her head, revealing every part of her body for Bunny’s perusal.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing.” Bunny couldn’t stop herself. Immediately, she shifted forward and pressed her lips against Bea’s already hardened nipple, then she flicked her tongue over the nub before sucking it completely into her mouth.

Bea moaned, her nails digging into the back of Bunny’s hair and pushing Bunny’s face toward her instead of pulling her away. Bunny cupped the sides of Bea’s breasts, pushing them together, and she moved her face side to side in the cushion of Bea’s amazing tits. She couldn’t be happier. The echo of Bea’s joyous laugh was music to Bunny’s ears.

“Do you like that?” Bea asked, her voice husky and full of arousal.

“Only with perfect tits,” Bunny mumbled between kisses to Bea’s soft skin.

“Touch me, Bunny.” Bea pressed their mouths together. “I’m tired of waiting.”

What are we doing? The question was on the tip of Bunny’s tongue, but she couldn’t force herself to ask it. Staring up into Bea’s beautiful big blue eyes, she was stunned into silence. Why would Bea want this? After everything that had happened between them, why would she even consider having sex again?

Bunny simply didn’t understand it.

“Bunny,” Bea said again, her voice a definite warning of impatience.

“I’ve got you.” Bunny grabbed Bea’s ass, squeezing her cheeks before sliding one hand right between her legs. She almost asked if Bea wanted this fast or slow, but she already knew the answer. They were in the middle of the dressing room. And Bea had never been one to linger in sensations. Neither was Bunny for that matter.

Flicking three fingers back and forth rapidly, Bunny wrapped her other arm around Bea’s back to keep her steady when she inevitably started losing control of her body. Bea threaded her fingers in Bunny’s hair again, plundering her mouth like Bunny was the air that she breathed. Bunny had to work hard to concentrate, to keep the pace she’d set, to not fall into the world that she so desperately wanted to get lost in.

Bea.

“Yessssss,” Bea hissed, dropping her forehead to Bunny’s shoulder. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Bunny clenched her jaw, increasing the speed and holding steady. What would happen next? When Bea was done with her? How would they part ways tonight? Truce signed or still on uneven ground? Perhaps the true answer was both.

“Bunny,” Bea whispered. “Stay with me.”

Bunny tensed. What kind of request was that?

“Stay with me.” Bea breathed the words right before grunting, her entire body tightening as she clung onto Bunny’s shoulders.

As Bea stilled, still grasping onto Bunny’s shoulders, Bunny had a choice. She could either take full advantage of tonight or she could escape. Pressing delicate kisses into Bea’s cheek and along her jawline, Bunny breathed in Bea’s scent. Ever since they had met, she hadn’t been able to get Bea out of her mind. And if this was going to be their last time together, then she was going to take full advantage.

Bunny cradled Bea’s body before holding her firmly. She slid to the edge of the chair and pushed herself up, gripping onto Bea as tightly as she possibly could. Moving swiftly, Bunny aimed for the counter where Bea had been checking her makeup and pushed her onto the edge of it. Not waiting, she immediately started kissing down Bea’s chest, across her breasts, over her stomach, and to her hips.

Pushing Bea’s knees apart, Bunny pressed her lips to Bea’s clit. She didn’t want to wait or hold back any longer. She kissed before parting her lips and sucking Bea’s clit gently. Bea moaned, her fingers back in Bunny’s hair, this time tenderly petting the top of Bunny’s head.

Keening loudly into the room, Bea pulled her legs up and planted her heels on the edge of the counter. Bunny focused everything she had on this moment, on memorizing Bea’s flavor, the feel of her against Bunny’s tongue, the sounds she made.

Bea said Bunny’s name in a repeating chant, her hips rutting against Bunny’s face. Buried between Bea’s legs was exactly where Bunny wanted to find herself. Not just tonight, but more often than she cared to admit. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the moments when they’d come together like this, when she’d been allowed to touch and taste and tease and tremble.

Standing up, Bunny pressed their mouths together. She ran her fingers soothingly down Bea’s sides, slowed the embrace, and sighed heavily. She couldn’t pretend. Half of her job was learning how to act and not be herself on the stage, in front of hundreds and thousands of people, and she couldn’t do it anymore.

Pressing her forehead to Bea’s, Bunny steadied herself. She had to end this before she continued the lie they were both standing on. Caressing Bea’s cheek, Bunny kissed her nose, then her lips and then her neck. But she didn’t do it to entice or seduce. She did it to give herself time.

Time to figure out what the hell she was about to say, knowing how much it was going to hurt—the both of them.

“I’ll see you around, Bea.” Bunny kissed her again, lingering with their lips pressed together before moving away and stepping back.

“What?” Bea frowned, confused.

Bunny swallowed the lump in her throat as she bent down and picked up her clothes. She said nothing as she pulled them on, risking glance after glance in Bea’s direction. Bea was gorgeous. Bunny had never wanted Bea more than she did right now. But it wouldn’t be right. Not with whatever was between them ending.

“I promise I’ll be civil.” Bunny tugged on her shirt and nodded at Bea.

“Civil?” Bea’s voice rose, the pain already clear.

“Yeah. That’s what we need to do, for Jo and Piper, right?”

“Yeah but—”

“Then I’ll see you around.” Bunny nodded sharply, effectively ending the conversation. She didn’t look over her shoulder as she left the room.

Wiping her palm over her face, Bunny left the club and stepped out onto the damp streets of Portland. She shoved her hands into her pockets and stared at the city in front of her. It was now or never, and Bea had been right all along.

There was nothing to be scared of.