Bed And Breakups

Chanel shows up at the bed and breakfast alone. Jane raises an eyebrow—booking said two guests. After the meltdown with her girlfriend, Chanel decided to keep the trip instead of throwing money away. "I need to get away from everything." Jane nods, gives her the kind of quiet nod that says she’s been there, then promises to make the stay worth it. The days play out easy at first—different locations on the map, fingers brushing when the paper passes between them, nothing dramatic, just heat starting to crawl under the skin. One morning Jane brings coffee and toast to Chanel’s room, both of them talking like old friends until the sun’s higher and the bed feels smaller. Another day a last-minute coupon for the carriage appears; Chanel asks Jane to tag along, no reason not to. The ride ends with them laughing, soaked to the bone, rain hammering the roof on the way back. They strip in the hall while Jane grabs towels, wet cotton sticking, skin slick, nipples tight from cold. Towels hit the floor faster than the clothes. Chanel’s mouth finds Jane’s neck and stays there while hands fumble at buttons, pulling until every layer’s gone and they’re pressed together for heat they both stopped pretending they don’t want. They fuck standing first, fingers working between thighs slick with rain and need, then shift to the bed with mouths open, legs tangled, the storm outside keeping time with the wet slap of skin and the low sounds spilling out of both of them.