She's A Keeper!

Nina runs the house. Older than the rest. The girls always end up crying in her doorway. She had twenty quiet minutes before work and the phone rang three doors down. Adele's voice cut through the walls. Same fight. Same words. Nina pressed the pen to paper and watched the ink bleed. Then Adele stepped in raw. Eyes swollen, bottom lip gone. Phone still warm in her fist. Couldn't land the second date. Couldn't stop trembling. Nina closed the book, took the trembling hand, and pulled her onto the bed. No lectures. Only skin and slow heat. Adele's shirt hit the floor. Nina's mouth followed the line from collarbone to breast, tasting salt and leftover perfume. She slid lower, fingers already between trembling thighs, circling until Adele opened wider, until the phone slipped from her hand. Nina flipped her, tongue working deep while Adele grabbed the sheets and swore into the pillow. Legs shaking, voice breaking. One more push and Adele came hard, sudden, almost embarrassed. Nina held her after. Kissed the bite mark she'd left on the inside of her thigh and smiled. Two girls hiding from the light, work forgotten, bed ruined, night just starting.