Moving In, Making Love

Moving day. Heavy boxes done. They drop onto the couch like their bodies forgot how to stand. Little Puck rubs her shoulder, face tight. Pulled something. Sophia slides over. Fingers meet skin. Heat builds with each circle. Rub. Squeeze. Skin to skin. They don't stop. Neither one wants to. Hands turn hungry. Mouths follow. They fuck like the walls are still bare. Bodies everywhere, sweat slick and slow. Their place. Their mess. First time inside. They christen every inch of that couch until the exhaustion melts into something thick and dirty.