Restless Lovers

Middle of the night. Zerella can't sleep because Britt won't stop tossing beside her. Zerella hits the lamp and finds Britt wide-eyed, shaking with nerves that look like they've been chewing at her for hours. They pull close. Zerella strokes her hair, asks what the hell is wrong. Britt stumbles, almost bites her tongue, then spits it out—she's scared she's falling hard, faster than she meant to, and it won't quit. Zerella's face breaks open, voice low and sure, says she loves her back. Tension cracks. Their mouths crash, wet and urgent. Clothes get clawed off, sheets tangle. Fingers dig, hips grind, they fuck with everything they just admitted hanging raw between every thrust and every moan. After, hearts still slamming, they knot together, sweat cooling, and finally sleep takes them.