A Helping Hand: Part 2

April O'Neil had been working on Lyra Law's eyes for weeks. The blur was lifting. Lyra could finally focus on her face again. She told April how grateful she was. Said she owed her everything. April waved it off. Told Lyra her own stubbornness fixed those eyes. Her own fight pulled her through. April's phone kept buzzing on the table. Lyra asked if she was going to pick up. April said it was her girlfriend and she wasn't in the mood. Work first. The calls kept coming. Sixth time in ten minutes. April stood up, muttered something about getting it over with, and stepped away. When she came back, Lyra's face had changed. Tight jaw. Eyes narrowed. She didn't want that damn phone cutting through whatever this was. April dropped into the chair again, but the ringing started up before she could settle. Same back-and-forth. Finally April answered, voice flat, and said it was done. She'd just ended it. Told Lyra her ex never got her. Not really. Their eyes caught. Locked. The air shifted. April leaned in first. Lyra met her halfway. The kiss tasted like weeks of held breath. Lyra pulled back just enough to ask if this was what April wanted. April answered by pulling her closer. No more words needed. Their mouths worked rough and hungry. Hands sliding. April's shirt already half open. Lyra could see everything now. Every line of April's body. Every flush on her skin. April had given that sight back to her. Lyra was done owing. Time to pay up. Her hands moved lower, fingers finding April's belt. April's breath hitched. Lyra worked fast, pulled her jeans open, slid inside. April was already wet. Lyra pushed two fingers deep, curling hard. April groaned against her mouth and pushed back onto her hand. Lyra fucked her steady, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit until April's thighs started shaking. She came hard, hips jerking, biting Lyra's shoulder to stay quiet. Lyra kept going until April begged her to stop. Then she kissed her again, slower this time, tasting the sweat on her lip.