Belle (Olivia POV)

“How long are we going to keep avoiding each other?” Olivia asked pointedly, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“How many times are you gonna pull this move?” Belle asked. “I’m coming in here because I want to be alone, not because I want you to follow me.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Olivia asked.

Belle stayed silent, chewing on her lip and avoiding looking at her. “What do you want?” She asked instead.

“To apologise.” Olivia said, walking in and sitting opposite Belle.

“Again? What is this, your new seduction technique?” Belle joked sarcastically.

Olivia looked at her seriously and took a deep breath. “I am sorry for abandoning you after Mistress Aarya died. I should have done better at being there with you. We were supposed to be a team, and I left you. I am truly sorry.” She said.

Belle didn’t react for a few moments. Her face remained almost completely blank. Without speaking, she slowly lowered her head, closing her eyes.

Olivia waited, wanting to give her time to process.

When Belle looked up again and opened her eyes, a tear started to fall down her cheek. “You can’t just say things like that. I might start to think you actually care about me.” She said, her voice shakey.

“I do care Annabelle. I care about you. I should have been better at showing it. I’m sorry.” Olivia said, putting every bit of her heart into her words.

“Fuck you.” Belle said. There was no venom in her words. The tears flowed more freely now, and despite her earlier efforts to hide them, she made no move to cover them now.

Olivia started to tear up too, but she knew she needed to say this, and that Belle needed to hear her say how she felt.

“I’ve been so focused on the mission. That was how we both operated. I thought it would work for this, but it isn’t. I should have apologised for this earlier, and I’m sorry I didn’t.” Olivia said, her tears obscuring her vision.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear those words?” Belle asked her, her tone shakey, her lips trembling.

“Too long. Far too long.” Olivia answered for her.

Belle nodded, a small smile touching the corners of her lips, even as she cried. “You’re damn right.” She said.

“Belle I…” Olivia started. She took a deep breath. She knew what she needed to say. “I don’t want you to go. I missed you. I have had so much fun with you over the past few days. Please stay.”

Belle closed her eyes and bowed her head forward, as her shoulders started shaking. “I hate you.” She said. Neither of them believed she meant it.

“I-” Olivia started, but Belle held up her hand to forestall her.

“Don’t you dare say it unless you mean it, you asshole.” Belle cried, clenching her hand into a fist. “I thought I was over this. Damnit.”

Belle stood up and walked over to the window, avoiding looking at Olivia, and instead gazing at the serene scenery below.

Olivia followed her, and after a few seconds of intense internal deliberation, hesitantly put her hand on Belle’s back. She wasn’t sure why. To comfort her maybe? To reassure her?

Belle turned to her, looking her straight in the eyes. “I can’t do this again. I’m not letting myself get close to you again unless you feel the same. It’s not worth the heartache.”

Olivia looked down, took a deep breath, steeled herself, and looked back at the beautiful redhead in front of her.

“I love you Annabelle Zavala. I always have. I’m sorry I was too much of an idiot to realise it earlier. If you’ll still have me, I promise I will be better.” Olivia confessed, baring her soul to the person she trusted the most.

Olivia’s heart thumped in her chest loudly as she waited anxiously to see what Belle’s response would be. Her insides coiled around themselves. For all that she knew about the world, love was not a familiar subject to Olivia. And it was killing her, not knowing what to do.

The seconds ticked by in silence as Belle appeared almost frozen in the wake of her confession.

Then she smiled. A broad and true smile made its way across her face, the tears still streaking down her cheeks, like raindrops down a pane of glass.

“And I will never leave you again. I swear.” Olivia promised.

Belle grabbed her cheeks gently in both hands and kissed her, their lips meeting for the first time in years, and a thousand fireworks lit up between them.

The world was finally right again, after all this time.

They kissed with all they had, two lovers reuniting again, this time, with a full conviction that they would make this work, no matter what.

It had always been her.

They pressed their bodies together, and Olivia relished the familiar comfort of Belle’s warm body against hers, her big boobs pressing against Olivia’s even bigger boobs.

They wrapped their arms around each other, and before they knew it, their tongues were entangled, dancing together again.

Their lips parted long enough for Olivia to whisper. “I need you.” She said breathlessly, her pent up lust for Belle finally overtaking her.

“I know.” Belle responded, grinning. She slipped Olivia’s top over her head, barely stopping to undo the clasp on her bra. They knew one another inside and out.

The dam had broken, and there was no stopping it.

Belle dived for her tits greedily, licking and sucking on her nipples, swirling her tongue around them in exactly the way she knew Olivia liked.

Olivia couldn’t contain the moans escaping from her lips, nor did she want to. She pulled Belle’s face into her chest, the lovely redhead the person she wanted most.

Belle pushed her backwards, still sucking on her tits, and Olivia yelped as they fell onto the bed together, Belle landing on top of her.

Belle grinned a cocky smile, and Olivia giggled at the familiar sight. “I missed that look.” The older woman said with a happy sigh.

Belle’s rapidly hardening cock poked at Olivia’s thighs, and she giggled. “I’ve missed her too.” She joked, as Belle looked down.

Belle looked back up at her, a horny grin on her face, her cheeks flushed red with arousal. “I assume you don’t want any foreplay?” She asked.

“You assume correctly. I need you. Now.” Olivia moaned, as Belle put her hand down Olivia’s sweatpants, feeling the warm wetness already soaking her underwear.

The dominant redhead giggled almost sweetly. “Already wet for me, just like usual.” She teased.

“Your touch does that to me!” Olivia gasped the last word, as Belle found her clit easily, working the swollen head with her finger.

“Pants, off.” Belle ordered, and Olivia hurried to comply, as her dominant did the same, exposing to Olivia’s eyes the most perfect dick in the world.

At 8 inches long, and with a slight curve upwards, Belle followed the trend of dominant trans girls who were absolutely hung. But nobody else compared to her. Every inch of Belle was perfect, her girldick included.

Pushing Olivia back onto the bed and pinning her arms down, Belle positioned herself in front of Olivia. She looked at Olivia one last time. “Ready?” She asked.

Olivia nodded. “Yes. Please fuck me!” She whispered, biting her lip with lust.

Belle pushed herself inside her and she let out a deeply satisfied moan, the redhead’s cock filling her up perfectly. It felt like the perfect shape and size for her. Nothing and nobody else was even close.

She looked Belle in the eyes, with Belle looking right back at her, as the two of them became one once again, the sound of their shared moans and heavy breathing filling the air, the lovers uniting in a beautiful harmony.

Belle leaned down as she thrust into her lover, their faces barely inches apart. Their hips slapped together rhythmically, their breathing syncing up as they made love.

Olivia lost herself in the pleasure, the only thought on her mind and feeling in her body was pure love and lust for the woman in front of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around Belle, pulling her in close as the two of them fucked.

Belle grinned at her. “God I love you!” She grunted, every thrust sending shivers of pleasure through them both.

“God I love you too!” Olivia moaned, the ripples of earth shattering bliss rocking her body and mind. The only thing that kept her tits from bouncing wildly was Belle’s weight firmly pressed on top of her.

They kissed again, moaning into each other’s lips, releasing years of built up tension and heartache. Olivia closed her eyes, the wet, lewd sounds of their intense lovemaking filling her world with love and lust.

It wasn’t long before Olivia felt her orgasm building up. Belle knew exactly how to make her cum. Neither of them had forgotten each other, even after all these years.

She broke the kiss to say something, but Belle cut her off. “I know. Let it happen, my sweet.” She encouraged, and something inside Olivia snapped.

Her climax overtook her, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body as she cried out in pure ecstasy, her legs shaking even as she held them tightly around Belle’s body.

Her pussy clamped down onto Belle’s cock, forcing a loud moan from the dominant woman. Her nails scratched Belle’s back, exactly the way they both loved it.

“!!!!” Olivia whimpered with pleasure as her orgasm subsided, and she opened her eyes to see Belle looking back at her with the fire of love and lust in her eyes. She hadn’t stopped thrusting, and as she leaned down to kiss her again, Olivia had to say it again.

“I love you!” She moaned, as Belle put her lips right next to Olivia’s ear.

“I love you too!” Belle replied in kind, thrusting in and out of her, again and again, keeping up the exact rhythm she knew drove Olivia wild.

Olivia held her face up and kissed her again. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

“I’m not gonna last much longer like this!” Belle warned, her grunts and moans just fueling the fire of lust between them.

“Cum with me!” Olivia demanded, feeling another orgasm building up in her.

“Inside?” Belle asked with a horny grin, already knowing the answer.

“Please!” Olivia gasped, and Belle thrust into her with a renewed intensity, kissing her again with all they had.

Their sheer lust couldn’t be contained and soon, it was inevitable.

Belle threw her head back and moaned, cumming deep inside Olivia, the warm feeling setting Olivia off herself. They came together, two lovers who were perfect for each other, and knew each other like nobody else did.

The heavens cheered and the angels sang as their climaxes united, their moans filling the room with a beautiful symphony of lust.

As they came down from their entwined high, they kissed tenderly. “I love you.” Olivia whispered happily.

“I love you too.” Belle whispered back, with a smile. “We’re not done yet, you know that, right?”

Olivia shook her head. “Not by a long shot.” She agreed.

“Oh, and I’m staying. We’re making this work.” Belle promised.

They kissed again, with all the love they felt for one another, before they started going at it again.

They had a lot of lost time to make up for.