Paper Hearts

Cadence gets home trashed from work, shoulders tight, head pounding. Then she spots the paper heart on the table. Alexis's handwriting. She reads the message, feels her pulse kick. She follows the hearts up the stairs, each one punching a little harder in her chest. Bedroom door's open. Alexis sprawls naked on the bed, smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Cadence leans in for a kiss, hungry, but Alexis taps the final heart. Feet first. Cadence drops down without a word, lips on Alexis's toes, sucking each one slow and wet. She drags her mouth higher, tasting salt and skin, working over ankle, calf, thigh. Alexis breathes hard, legs parting. When Cadence finally reaches her mouth they crash together, tongues desperate, kissing like they've been starving. Fingers sink deep. Hips roll. Sweat sticks them to the sheets while they grind out every locked-up tension from Cadence's shitty day. She fucks like she's trying to crawl inside her girl. Alexis moans into Cadence's neck, bites down, leaves a mark. They finish tangled up, breathing each other's breath, salt on their lips.