Q uinn never wanted to stop doing this to her, but when Abby started coming all too soon, in Quinn’s mind, she knew the woman would need a break. Her own body also craved something that Abby would deliver soon enough, given how hard she was pulling on her hair, which was still wet from their shower. Quinn stopped trying to bring her down with her tongue and moved back up her body.
“On your back,” Abby requested. “Please.”
Quinn kissed her hard, wanting Abby to taste herself on her lips, and Abby moaned. Seconds later, Abby was gently shoving at her shoulders until Quinn got the hint and moved onto her back. Abby wasted no time and moved on top of her. Quinn wrapped her up in her arms and just stared at her.
“God, I’ve never…”
“What?” Abby asked before she pressed her lips to Quinn’s collarbone.
“Felt…”
Abby stopped her kisses and looked back up at Quinn, probably wondering what Quinn was about to say.
“What?” she repeated.
“Complete,” Quinn said with a shrug of her shoulder. “I know that sounds cliché… And I’m a firm believer that people should complete themselves because that gets them ready for the person they’re meant to be with, but right now, all I can think about is Jerry Maguire and how he told Renée Zellweger’s character that she completed him.”
“You are so cute,” Abby said, kissing her on the nose.
“It’s lame, isn’t it?” she asked.
“No, it’s cute. That’s why I just called you cute. Do you think we’ve done that?”
“Completed each other?” Quinn ran her hands up and down Abby’s bare back .
“No, the ‘make ourselves whole’ part. Did we do that first? Should we have done that before we got together? I know when I moved back, I wasn’t thinking about meeting anyone. I wasn’t thinking about bettering myself or trying to get ready to meet anyone, either. I was escaping someplace else, or so I thought.”
“I think we have to go a little easier on ourselves,” she replied.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because we were born into this. We weren’t like Cheryl and Diana, who were perfectly fine until Deb and Harriet ran into them on the street. We talked about how you had more anxiety before you came into the shop, and how I was never really happy with the things that I was doing, the people I was with, or anything else. I think we have to go easy on ourselves because we’ve always felt off, in a way, because we were meant to find each other. No other girlfriend was going to be the one.” Quinn cupped the back of Abby’s neck. “I was always meant to be here and running the shop. I think you were always meant to come back and write these books. We are just now feeling complete because, whether we realized it or not, we’ve always had a lot of other people in our minds, trying to pull us toward each other, and we were warring with them until we weren’t anymore.”
“Do you think when we’re long gone, we’ll be doing the same for whatever couple comes next? Warring with them to do what we know will get them to meet?”
“Knowing how high-strung you , apparently, are, I’d bet on it.”
Abby smiled down at her, and Quinn used the hand on the back of Abby’s neck to bring her down for a soft kiss.
“I think I feel the same way,” Abby told her with her forehead pressed to Quinn’s.
“About you harassing future versions of us?”
Abby chuckled and said, “No, about feeling complete. I always thought that was more of a concept than an actual state of being, but now, being here with you, feeling your heart beating against my body, I think I feel it.” She kissed Quinn quickly. “But right now, I really need to feel you .”
Abby kissed her once more before she kissed down Quinn’s body, and Quinn watched as Abby spread her legs and settled between them. She continued to watch as Abby kissed the inside of her thighs, licking softly, then hard, and if Quinn wasn’t more than ready before, that would’ve been enough to get her that way.
“You’re so beautiful, Quinn,” Abby said, looking up and into Quinn’s eyes. “Just…”
She shook her head, smiled a small smile, and it didn’t take long for Quinn to lose their eye contact because her eyes closed on their own when Abby licked her hard.
“Oh, God,” she let out.
Abby repeated the movement and continued to do so for the next several minutes – or, at least, it felt like several minutes to Quinn because she was so ready to go over the edge that she wasn’t sure how she hadn’t yet. At some point, Abby’s tongue swirled around her clit before darting down, and Abby’s hands shifted under her thighs to lift her a little. Before Quinn knew it, that magnificent tongue was pushing inside her body.
“Oh, God,” she repeated. “That’s… Don’t stop doing that.”
Abby didn’t until Quinn’s hand was on the back of her head and Quinn tried to give her the hint that her clit needed Abby’s mouth again. Abby moved her tongue back up then, but in doing so, she didn’t leave Quinn hanging as her fingers filled Quinn instead, and Abby was now sucking on her clit while she was pushing inside. Quinn really didn’t want this to end, but she couldn’t hang on much longer, either.
“It’s okay, baby. Let go,” Abby encouraged. “I’ll happily do this again whenever you want.”
Quinn closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the pillow, and yelled Abby’s name into the room while the strongest orgasm overtook her body. Her first orgasm by Abby’s hand had been long, slow, and silent. It had also been perfect. This one was perfect, too, but in a completely different way. It was strong, short, and it was hard and very much needed. It felt like Quinn had been missing this her whole life, and she’d only just now figured it out.
To help her wind down, Abby slowed both her thrusts and her mouth on Quinn’s clit until she stopped altogether. Then, she gave Quinn’s clit a kiss and moved back up her body, kissing different spots now as she went. While Abby’s mouth was no longer pressed to Quinn’s center, her fingers were still very much inside Quinn, so when Abby kissed her hard, letting her taste herself, Quinn knew that Abby wasn’t done with her yet. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Abby pushed in deeper inside her, curled her fingers, pulled out, and did that again and again until Quinn went over the edge. Only this time, when Quinn came, she moaned into Abby’s mouth as they shared a messy kiss.
“I love you,” she said. “Abs, I love you. Only you.”
“Only me,” Abby echoed and kissed her once more. “You’re staying over tomorrow night, too, by the way.”
“I am, huh?” Quinn chuckled as Abby rolled off her and onto her side.
“Yeah. Pack a bag and just bring extra stuff. You can put it in a drawer.”
“I can have my own drawer?” She rolled onto her side to tease Abby. “I thought you didn’t want to move too fast there, Abigail.”
“I’m embracing it now. It feels too good, having you here. I mean, I missed you when I was writing, Quinn. I don’t miss anyone or anything when I’m in the zone, writing. That includes food. But I was texting you because I missed you. I’m accepting it now, so I don’t want to be apart. I’m clingy now. You should know this, I think.”
Quinn laughed and rolled onto her back, holding her arm out for Abby to move into her body. When Abby did, they just lay there snuggling up.
“I like you clingy,” Quinn replied after a minute. “I have no problem with you clinging to me. ”
“Good,” Abby stated, and her arm tightened around Quinn’s middle. “I kind of never want you to go now.”
“Then, I’ll stay.” Quinn kissed Abby’s forehead. “We should get some sleep.”
“It’s still early.”
“I know. But this way, we can get a few hours in now so that when I wake you up to do this all over again soon, you won’t be so tired.”
Abby laughed and shifted to kiss Quinn’s neck.
“In this case, we should get under the blanket.”
They waited a few minutes to actually move, but once the warmth from their prior activities had dissipated and the cold had set in, they both climbed out of bed only to pull the comforter down and get underneath it. Quinn held her arm out again, and Abby shifted into her immediately as if they’d done that a million times, and for all Quinn knew, they had.
“Just a few hours,” Quinn said softly as she closed her eyes.
“Just a few hours,” Abby replied.