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said, “My girl.” Loved hearing it applied to herself, and that was why she raised her head, kissed Enid hard on the mouth, tongue thrusting inside, her hand tightening on Enid’s breast without her entirely meaning it to. “What else do you think about?”
    â€œPut your mouth on me again and I’ll tell you.”
    Rebecca trailed one hand down Enid’s perfectly smooth stomach—foot patrol, swimming every morning,
an hour at the gym three times a week, and it showed, the effort she put into her body—then tickled across the waistband of her trousers.
    â€œYour mouth,” Enid repeated, sounding mildly impatient.
    â€œTrust me, you’ll like where I put my mouth.” Rebecca sat back on her heels, needing both hands to open the stiff leather of Enid’s belt and ease it free. It didn’t hurt that sitting up meant she got to look at Enid, topless but for her bra, unreasonably sexy for being from Marks and Spencers; her hair spread dark across the pillows, her eyelids heavy with lust. Rebecca shifted slightly, getting just a tiny bit of friction where she needed it. “You’re so hot.”
    â€œYou’re so procrastinating.”
    â€œBig word for someone who fantasizes about me in bed asleep.”
    â€œIn bed in your pajamas,” Enid corrected, then, when Rebecca started on the top button of her pants, she went on. “You were wide awake. Thinking about me.”
    That was true enough, though two years together had been enough for Rebecca to lose the unreasonable fear that something terrible would happen to Enid on every shift. She eased Enid’s zipper down, then nudged her hips up so she could pull the trousers down. Enid was wet, her curls damp when Rebecca pushed her underwear aside.
    â€œThinking about what I’d do to you if I was in bed with you. How I’d—Becca, please, don’t tease—how I’d
get you naked, put my fingers inside you.”
    â€œKeep going,” Rebecca said, and went down on Enid, licking at her just the way she liked, not too deep, but fast and hard, loving the way Enid tasted, the way her thighs trembled under Rebecca’s hands.
    â€œI thought about you touching yourself,” Enid said, very fast, sounding breathless. “Stroking inside your thighs, pinching a little.” Rebecca groaned, making Enid shudder. “And teasing yourself—over your pants, getting your pants all wet, smelling yourself on your fingers; I thought about how you’d close your eyes, your pretty mouth panting.”
    She broke off, breathing hard, rocking her hips a little in time with Rebecca, who eased up, stroking one thumb up the crease of Enid’s thigh.
    â€œI can’t,” Enid said, her voice tight. “I can’t, fuck; I thought about you fingering yourself, trying to make it last, the way you look when you’re nearly there and you keep—you can’t keep still, the way your voice sounds when you say my name, I thought about you—fuck, Rebecca, please, please, oh—”
    Rebecca pressed her hands firmly to Enid’s hips, holding her down, scraping her teeth against Enid’s clit. Enid trembled, her voice cracking on a stifled cry, her cunt fluttering under Rebecca’s mouth as she arched her back and came.
    Rebecca kept going until Enid sighed, said, “Enough,” patting clumsily at her hair. Then she lifted her mouth away, resting her cheek on Enid’s thigh as she licked the
taste of Enid from her lips.
    â€œI thought about you fucking yourself until you came on your own hand, shouting my name,” Enid said, sounding remarkably composed for someone who’d just come.
    Rebecca shivered. “You’d better be going to make good on that.”
    Enid pushed her relentlessly away, rolling to her own feet. “No time, alarm’s about to go off.”
    Rebecca flopped onto her back, glaring up at Enid, who grinned back