Sophia shook out her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders and cascade into Rose’s fair tresses as they dropped into each other’s arms. Every inch of skin erupted into gooseflesh when Rose whispered into her ear; the combination of her accent and the sultry things she said with it drew out a full-body shiver of pleasure. Her head fell back, coaxing Rose's lips to her neck while her hands roamed her breasts and sides.

“Is that so? Let’s see then,” Sophia challenged, eyes bright with mischief.

Through the haze of alcohol and desire, the women devolved into the most intoxicating sensuality Sophia had ever experienced. What happened before, the things that led her here, seemed an entire lifetime away. For now there was only this, the sweetness and softness of this mysterious woman’s embrace, and the comfort she gave on an evening where Sophia felt broken and unloved beyond repair.

Some time later they still lay together in each other’s arms, faces flush, feet entangled. Soph nuzzled against Rose’s neck, eyelids heavy with sleep.

“You’ve done me a world of good, Rose,” she confessed softly into her skin, planting soft kisses on her temple. “I hope that we can see each other again. You can count on me to happily return the favor.”

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