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Quickie
(Eden Burgess)

Francesca pushed aside the plates, creating space on the countertop before she walked around it, fingers trailing around the curved edge as she kept her eyes on Ingrid, grinning as the other girl shivered. The anticipation was nearly unbearable as she drew closer. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to touch. They both knew what was going to happen, but neither of them said anything. Ingrid blinked slowly, looking back up at Francesca until the tension finally broke between them, her hands wrapping around Ingrid's waist, squeezing tight as they kissed, the sweet, sharp taste of juice on her tongue as she licked into Ingrid's mouth. She moved her hands up over her waist, lifting her up onto the counter like she'd promised to, Ingrid's legs wrapping around her waist as she pulled her closer, leaning down into another kiss, caught up in the moment, forgetting all about the time.